Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it was the broken wing of a bird, a pet out in the rain.
A Rule: Life without Islam is a naked tree,Birds without trees can never feel free.
In alien lands I keep the bodyOf ancient native rites and things:I gladly free a little birdieAt celebration of the spring.I'm now free for consolation,And thankful to almighty Lord:At least, to one of his creationsI've given freedom in this world!
I ain't never seen a creature like that before, she says. He's so smart, he's-More, like a person than a bird? I says.Yeah, she says. That's it.Whatever you do, I says, don't tell him that. I'll never hear the end of it.
Once more I realized to what an extent earthly happiness is made to the measure of man. It is not a rare bird which we must pursue at one moment in heaven, at the next in our minds. Happiness is a domestic bird found in our own courtyards.
Owls hoot in B flat, cuckoos in D, but the water ousel sings in the voice of the stream. She builds her nest back of the waterfalls so the water is a lullaby to the little ones. Must be where they learn it.
...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...
Two birds went for dating. The male bird was killed and the female bird is being murdered.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
Nothing living should ever be treated with contempt. Whatever it is that lives, a man, a tree, or a bird, should be touched gently, because the time is short. Civilization is another word for respect for life...
You jumped like a frog.You touched like a dog.You kissed like a bird.
Learning the secret of flight from a bird was a good deal like learning the secret of magic from a magician.
Our wings serve as flippers that carry us across the ocean; not in the sky!Why, us penguins have so much fun time in the water, we don't even want to fly!
I think we consider too much the luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm.
She was only half Bird now, and the other half song. She liked it that way.
Then came nightthat was like falling water.At times, for hours,a bird spirit,half buzzard, half swan,just above the rushesfrom which a snow-storm howls.
I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.
The Mercy of Allah is an Ocean, Our sins are a lump of clay clenched between the beak of a pigeon. The pigeon is perched on the branch of a tree at the edge of that ocean.It only has to open it's beak
The robin flew from his swinging spray of ivy on to the top of the wall and he opened his beak and sang a loud, lovely trill, merely to show off. Nothing in the world is quite as adorably lovely as a robin when he shows off - and they are nearly always doing it.
Way is, where way goes. As a wind that blows and the bird that soars, into the open blue, where it neither knows when do is due.