Bird Quotes

Whoever says that all music is prohibited, let him also claim that the songs of birds are prohibited.

I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'

The beauty of the landscape - where sand, water, reeds, birds, buildings, and people all somehow flowed together - has never left me.

As far as what I do love, I love birds; I love lavender.

Why do you try to understand art? Do you try to understand the song of a bird?

My ex-girlfriend owned a parakeet…oh my god, that f**king thing would never shut up. But the bird was cool.

They cripple the bird's wing, and then condemn it for not flying as fast as they.

Ever make mistakes in life? Let's make them birds. Yeah, they're birds now.

It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds.

A bird can fly as high as it wants but it eventually has to come down to earth and get some water... and when it comes down to get that water that's when you strike.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice.

I am a cage, in search of a bird.

The birds are the saints, who fly to heaven on the wings of contemplation, who are so removed from the world that they have no business on earth. They do not labour, but by contemplation alone they already live in heaven.

Love consists not in feeling great things but in having great detachment and in suffering for the Beloved. The soul that is attached to anything, however much good there may be in it, will not arrive at the liberty of Divine union. For whether it be a strong wire rope or a slender and delicate thread that holds the bird, it matters not, if it really holds it fast; for until the cord be broken, the bird cannot fly.

Temptations, of course, cannot be avoided, but because we cannot prevent the birds from flying over our heads, there is no need that we should let them nest in our hair.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

I would like to paint the way a bird sings.

Jonathan Livingston Seagull . . . was no ordinary bird. Most gulls don't bother to learn more than the simplest facts of flight how to get from shore to food and back again. For most gulls, it is not flying that matters, but eating. For this gull, though, it was not eating that mattered, but flight. More than anything else, Jonathan Livingston Seagull loved to fly.

It is a matter of shame that in the morning the birds should be awake earlier than you.

If we allow our thoughts to arise and dissolve by themselves, they will pass through our mind as a bird flies through the sky, without leaving a trace.

I do not believe that any peacock envies another peacock his tail, because every peacock is persuaded that his own tail is the finest in the world. The consequence of this is that peacocks are peaceable birds.

Find a day for yourself-better yet, late at night. Go to the forest or to the field, or lock yourself in a room ... You will meet solitude there. There you will be able to listen attentively to the noise of the wind first, to birds singing, to see wonderful nature and to notice yourself in it ... and to come back to harmonic connection with the world and its Creator.

What wings are to a bird, and sails to a ship, so is prayer to the soul.

Seagulls . . . slim yachts of the element.

Once, Picasso was asked what his paintings meant. He said, “Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don’t. But you listen to them anyway.” So, sometimes with art, it is important just to look.

Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free!!

Damned money! Alas! How many religious did it blind! How many cloistered religious did it deceive! Money is the 'droppings of birds' that blinded the eyes of Tobit.

Everyone likes birds. What wild creature is more accessible to our eyes and ears, as close to us and everyone in the world, as universal as a bird?

Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn, and to sing at dusk, was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated.

For before this I was born once a boy, and a maiden, and a plant, and a bird, and a darting fish in the sea.

A wonderful bird is a pelican, His bill will hold more than his belican. He can take in his beak Food enough for a week; But I'm damned if I see how the helican.

This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.

We must force the government to stop the bird migration. We must shoot all birds, field all our men and troops... and force migratory birds to stay where they are.

The early morning hour should be dedicated to praise: do not the birds set us the example?

We are not going to change the whole world, but we can change ourselves and feel free as birds. We can be serene even in the midst of calamities and, by our serenity, make others more tranquil. Serenity is contagious. If we smile at someone, he or she will smile back. And a smile costs nothing. We should plague everyone with joy. If we are to die in a minute, why not die happily, laughing? (136-137)

Scientists say that human beings are made of atoms, but a little bird told me that we are also made of stories

I have always believed that God never gives a cross to bear larger than we can carry. No matter what, he wants us to be happy, not sad. birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn't we?

Birds fly Over The Rainbow. Why then, oh why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why can't I?

Birds fly over the rainbow. Why then, oh, why can't I?

Only to the rude ear of one who is quite indifferent does the song of a bird seem always the same.

Both the cockroach and the bird would get along very well without us, although the cockroach would miss us most.

Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.

When you have shot one bird flying you have shot all birds flying. They are all different and they fly in different ways but the sensation is the same and the last one is as good as the first.

Some newspapers are fit only to line the bottom of bird cages.

Even a hunter cannot kill a bird which flies to him for refuge.

If you want to nourish a bird, you should let it live any way it chooses. Creatures differ because they have different likes and dislikes. Therefore the sages never require the same ability from all creatures. . . concepts of right should be founded on what is suitable. The true saint leaves wisdom to the ants, takes a cue from the fishes, and leaves willfulness to the sheep.

I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they teach me how to listen.

Perfect as the wing of a bird may be, it will never enable the bird to fly.

I wanna live like Arnold, Willis and Mr. Drummond... And keep my paper sturdy, big birds and tight herbs.

I don't, for the record, have a Tweety Bird fetish.