I'm not an early bird at all. Ideally, on Saturday morning I'd allow myself a lovely lie-in. 10:45 would be just right.
I am both a night owl and an early bird. So I am wise and I have worms.
It is a blind goose that cometh to the fox's sermon.
But the moment a bird was dead, no matter how beautiful it had been in life, the pleasure of possession became blunted for me.
How can I be kind? How can I find bird-relief in the nest-building of day-to-day? Necessity supplies no velvet wing with which to escape. I am indeed and mortally pierced with the seeds of love.
Spirituality is like a bird: If you hold it too closely, it chokes, And if you hold it too loosely, it escapes.
What molting time is to birds, so adversity or misfortune is. . . for us humans.
I was an ambitious child and I tended to be scatterbrained. If I was at school and saw a bird outside the window I wanted to follow it. I was adventurous.
Just because we have birds inside us, we don't have to be cages.
It's probable that in the artistic hierarchy birds are the greatest musicians existing on our planet.
The Iraqi is really not whacky toady, perhaps, even tacky. When they gave him the word, he gave us the bird and joined with the Arabs, by cracky!
The person who has the most influence on me is my mother. Think of life as a flight where we fly higher and higher. If I were a bird that needs feathers to fly higher, I would regard my mother as my strongest feather.
As they say - a bird in the hand is worth one in the bush.
It is winter time! Feed the birds! Teach your children to feed the birds! Request your neighbour to feed the birds! Encourage your friends to feed the birds!
That's true that Sen. Robert Bird was in the Klan and a lot of people were friends of Robert Byrd in the U. S. Senate, Democrats and Republicans.
I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away. . .
The war could kill the faith in him, too, if he was not strong or careful enough. He could feel it fluttering within him sometimes, a bird in a cage of knives. Its own blood on its face and wings.
Grip the club as if you were holding a baby bird.
Wherever the bird with no feet flew, she found trees with no limbs.
I have brightness in my soul, which strains toward Heaven. I am like a bird!