Larks Quotes

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.

God is in his Heaven, all's right with the world.

The owl goes not into the nest of the lark.

To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.

None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.

What: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful?

Smokey and The Bandit was just a lark. All we did was run up and down those Georgia roads wrecking cars and having the time of our life.

Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!

I'm just happy as a lark having a good health. People say are you thinking about retiring, I don't have time to think about retiring.

And now the herald lark Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry The morn's approach, and greet her with his song.

There is small merit in mocking goodness, tweaking charity; it is much more comic to deprive people of their petty little existence for no reason at all, for a lark.

Film is a lark to me - thank God I don't have to make a living from it.

No more the mounting larks, while Daphne sings, Shall, list'ning, in mid-air suspend their wings.

Oh, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy soothing, fond complaining.

Raising people is not some lark. It's serious work with serious repercussions. It's air-traffic control. You can't step out for a minute; you can barely pause to scratch your ankle.

Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark.

It was a bit of a lark when I agreed to do [Smokey and the Bandit], and I knew we'd have fun if we could get Jackie Gleason.

Teach me, O lark! with thee to greatly rise, to exalt my soul and lift it to the skies.

What a lark! What a plunge!

We're alike, Jess would tell himself, me and Miss Edmunds . . . We don't belong at Lark Creek, Julia and me.

Jayne Anne Phillips . . . is at the height of her powers in Lark and Termite. . . . This is a major novel from one of America's finest writers.

Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy than the one That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove The tender charm of poetry and love.

I'm very crafty! One time I made a television set out of a cardboard box - Everybody thought it was a lark! This was the beginning of a love affair with the arts.

Daja: "He and Rosethorn work together? They hate each other." Lark: "I didn't say they liked it. - Daja and Lark referring to Rosethorn and Crane's cooperation on finding the cures for new diseases

Cor, love a duck. And also Lawks-a-mercy. I said that inwardly, but outwardly I said, "Blimey, and also, what larks.

Like the lark that soars in the air, first singing, then silent, content with the last sweetness that satiates it, such seemed to me that image, the imprint of the Eternal Pleasure.

My curiosity sister of larks.

A late lark twitters from the quiet skies.

Or maybe they were just doing it for fun. A lark. Their religion is tolerant of extreme forms of recreation. Boys will be boys, after all, and sociopathic boys will be sociopathic.

But you the pathways of the sky Found first,
and tasted heavenly springs,
Unfettered as the lark that sings,
And knew strange raptures,
- though we sigh,
"Poor Iccarus!"