The past was like a bad dream; the future was all happy holiday as I moved Southwards week by week, easily, lazily, lingering as long as I dared, but always heeding the call!
Kenneth GrahameStichwörter: winter south birds summer migration
I think if we all gardened more, they and all of the other birds that fly in the air above and light in my garden below would be better off. I know that God values them no less than I do. So when I plant in spring I also hope to taste of God in fruit of summer sun and sight of feathered friends.
Vigen GuroianWhen a group of people sing together, we make up a chorus. When birds do, it's more like a whole symphony orchestra.
Laura EricksonStichwörter: singing page-183 birds orchestra chorus laura-erickson the-bird-watching-answer-book
If it were not for collectors England would be full, so to speak, of rare birds and wonderful butterflies, strange flowers and a thousand interesting things. But happily the collector prevents all that, either killing with his own hands or, by buying extravagantly, procuring people of the lower classes to kill such eccentricities as appear.
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Eccentricity, in fact, is immorality--think over it again if you do not think so now--just as eccentricity in one's way of thinking is madness (I defy you to find another definition that will fit all the cases of either); and if a species is rare it follows that it is not Fitted to Survive. The collector is after all merely like the foot soldier in the days of heavy armour-he leaves the combatants alone and cuts the throats of those who are overthrown. So one may go through England from end to end in the summer time and see only eight or ten commonplace wild flowers, and the commoner butterflies, and a dozen or so common birds, and never be offended by any breach of the monotony.
Stichwörter: flowers birds butterflies england
If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.
Sylvia PlathStichwörter: sylvia-plath birds
She wasn't a cruel Bird. But her heart ached so badly for these sad, broken birds that, just as the Puppeteer had planned, she had begun to hate them. She hated them for making her feel so wretched, when she should be happiest. That happens sometimes.
Katherine CatmullStichwörter: hate sad cruelty birds broken
In her dance, she controlled the bright paper birds with invisible wires and threads. She played the human: heavy, tied to earth. Her dances weren't pretty or delightful, but they were magical, [...] They called her a dancer and a puppeteer and an artist. They might have called her a witch, and not the good kind either.
Katherine CatmullStichwörter: art dancing human magic witches birds puppets dances
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and for a minute you feel a happy pain, but you don't know why. Bird felt like that.
Katherine CatmullStichwörter: music song forgetting birds
Birds teach us something very important: To whatever height you rise, you will finally come down to the ground!
Mehmet Murat ildanStichwörter: birds
Stichwörter: birds dreamer hermit busy thinker misfit
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