“ Morning birdsong filled the room. For all his high opinion of birds, privileged among God's creatures, still, deep in his heart, the Emperor did not trust them, just as he did not trust artists. Joseph Roth
“ Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die Munia Khan
“ Love is for the birds.Honey is for the bees.And you, my special one.Are the only one for me. Anthony T. Hincks
“ A bird, unable to fly, is still a bird; but a human unable to love is an inexpensive stone: like a piece of uric acid stone Munia Khan
“ The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting Munia Khan
“ Wings are of many kinds. Butterfly's wings, vulture's wings, eagle-wings, spread wings of white swans, dragonfly's serene wings, wings of albatross, lovely wings of humming birds, tiny wings of a fly… Munia Khan
“ The man was staring directly at him now, a curious expression on his face, half smiling, half quizzical. Instantly Eager had a sense of certainty far deeper than anything he had experienced so far. "I… Helen Fox
“ If I were a flower,humming bird would be my favourite beeAnd If I were blind,the light of darkness I'd love to see Munia Khan
