The bird dares to break the shell, then the shell breaks open and the bird can fly openly. This is the simplest principle of success. You dream, you dare and and you fly.
I spent a lot of money on booze, birds and fast cars. The rest I just squandered.
The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagles own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.
Nature has no beauty forbiddenManmade concrete slab: guilt-riddenWings or leaves whatever we may careThose limbs with the birds only trees will share
Two turtle doves will show theeWhere my cold ashes lieAnd sadly murmuring tell theeHow in tears I did die
You do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.Tell me about des...
When the sky is fully covered by the birds, you will feel the winds of pure freedom beneath this sky!
Dad?" Jesus asked."Yes, son?" God replied."Why do birds sing?" Jesus asked."Birds sing to welcome in the day and so that people can rejoice in their sweet voices," God said."What about chickens then?"...
The sun rises, the sun falls, the wind blows and the birds sing no matter where you are. These are experiences that unite us all... something we can all enjoy together
A hungry cat does no favour to a trapped bird!
We proclaim human intelligence to be morally valuable per se because we are human. If we were birds, we would proclaim the ability to fly as morally valuable per se. If we were fish, we would proclaim...
...a murder of crows gormandized until they were satiated.
There shall come a day when Birds shall be free... :) and humans will see...
The movements of some more little red birds in the garden, like animated rosebuds, appeared unbearably jittery and thievish. It was as though the creatures were attached by sensitive wires to his nerv...
A planet without birds is a planet without angels!
It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds.
Lovers are the best birds in the world when they know how to fly higher...
So many birds sitting around, on a dead wire, a bare branch, a cold ground, a drifting seashore; never realizing the glory in their wings and where it can take them, nor the envy as we look on them.
I adore the sky wearing rainbow shawl of love for the birds so that they could fly free in warmth after the storm
JASON: 'Intended wings.' How depressing.MICHAEL: Yes. Makes them into suicides, really, the pigeons.JASON: No - no, it doesn't. It could mean the wings were 'intended' to carry them upwards, out of th...