Once you develop the practice of smiling, you may not need a reminder. You will smile as soon as you hear a bird singing or see the sunlight streaming through the window.
And wheresoever, in his rich creation, Sweet music breathes--in wave, or bird, or soul-- 'Tis but the faint and far reverberation Of that great tune to which the planets roll!
Some minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the poet to become tender and imaginitive in the loneliness of confinement. He banquets upon the honey of his own thoughts, and, like the captive bird, pours forth his soul in melody.
In the street, your mouth's a beak, big like a bird, and your future's bleak.
The first comedians I became fascinated with were the Marx brothers. I couldn't get enough of them. Later in life, I thought, "Well, maybe it's because they were so rebellious and they were just flipping the bird to society and all the rules we're supposed to follow. " They were saying that none of it is fair.
When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius; lift up thy head!
Tiger Woods, Larry Bird, Wayne Gretzky, a pitcher just before a game, I would imagine they all have nervous energy. But as you perform, the nervous energy dissipates and you start to relax and you start to do what you do best.
Umpire Harold Bird, having a wonderful time, signalling everything in the world, including stopping traffic coming on from behind.
When the moon covers the sun, we have a solar eclipse. What do you call it when birds do that?
Every bird has its decoy, and every man is led and misled in his own peculiar way.
I am no bird and no net ensnares me
We waste days like mad blackbirds and pray for alcoholic nightsour silk-sick human smiles wrap around us like somebody else's confetti
Birds and beasts have in fact our own nature, flattened a semi-tone.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before
The trees are in misery, and the birds are in misery. I don’t think they sing. They just screech in pain. …Taking a close look at what’s around us, there is some sort of harmony: it’s the harmony of overwhelming and collective murder.
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown.
I can see inside planes!' he yells. 'Come and look!' It's difficult climbing in a mini dress. . . I haul myself up even though my arms ache. I want to see inside planes too. I want to watch the wind and catch birds in my fist.
He guides me and the bird. In His good time!
Animal substance seems to be the first food of all birds, even the granivorous tribes.