No longer was light analogous to the discharge of a blunderbuss, but rather to the pulsating flight of birds.
Birds, it must be admitted, are the most exciting and most deserving of the vertebrates; they are perhaps the best entre into the study of natural history, and a very good wedge into conservation awareness.
You only need to walk in mindfulness, making peaceful, happy steps on our planet. Breathe deeply, and enjoy your breathing. Be aware that the sky is blue and the birds' songs are beautiful. Enjoy being alive and you will help the living Christ and the living Buddha continue for a long, long time.
We found the future, like birds fly into windows.
Everything in life is built on principles - plants, seas, birds, all of the natural elements of nature, they all follow and obey certain basic fundamental principles.
I love all animals. I have a fascination with fish, birds, whales - sentient life - insects, reptiles.
Birds in flight fascinate me. I admire eagles and falcons. I’m inspired by a feather but also its color, its graphics, its weightlessness and its engineering. It’s so elaborate. In fact I try and transpose the beauty of a bird to women.
Clouds of black birds rose up wailing and screaming, like the thoughts of my heart.
Feminism is not a fad. It's not like Angry Birds. Although it does involve a lot of angry birds. Bad example.
But hopes are shy birds flying at a great distance, seldom reached by the best of guns.
All I know of birds to this date is that sparrows are the ones that are not pigeons.
Many birds and beasts are. . . as fit to go to Heaven as many human beings - people who talk of their seats there with as much confidence as if they had booked them at a box office.
In The Touch, the love scenes are the same as they were in The Thorn Birds or anything else Ive ever written. I find a way of saying that either it was heaven or hell but in a way that still leaves room for the reader to use their own imagination.
and the sad notes floated out to the patio and hung in the trees like birds too tired to fly
I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth, then I ask myself the same question.
As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing.
Feeding the birds is also a form of prayer.
Lonely trees are not lonely; they have their eternal companies: Songs of the birds; shadows of the clouds; lights of the Moon; whispers of the winds. . . Lonely trees are not lonely!
Forbeare not sowing because of birds.
We need new words for what this is, this hunger entering our loneliness like birds, stunning our eyes into rays of hope. we need the flutter that can save us, something that will swirl across the face of what we have become and bring us grace.