#birds

The Bible tells us that God will meet all our needs. He feeds the birds of the air and clothes the grass with the splendor of lilies. How much more, then, will He care for us, who are made in His image? Our only concern is to obey the heavenly Father and leave the consequences to Him. ↗

— Charles Stanley

#bible #birds #care #clothes #concern

We are told that the trouble with modern man is that he has been trying to detach himself from nature... In this scenario, Man comes on as a stupendous lethal force, and the Earth is pictured as something delicate, like rising bubbles at the surface of a country pond, or flights of fragile birds. ↗

— Lewis Thomas

#birds #bubbles #comes #country #delicate

We have an uncanny ability to make birds do what we want them to do. In Blood Simple there's a shot from the bumper of a car and it's going up this road and a huge flock of birds takes off at the perfect moment. ↗

— Joel Coen

#birds #blood #bumper #car #flock

Birds have wings; they're free; they can fly where they want when they want. They have the kind of mobility many people envy. ↗

— Roger Tory Peterson

#birds #envy #fly #free #kind

Feed the birds; those little acts of kindness will literally bring love and beauty to your backyard.Bring sacredness back to your life ↗

— Martin Suarez

#birds #compassion #kindness #life-lessons #love

If I only have ten minutes, Sam, this is what I want to say. You're not the best of us. You're more than that. You're better than all of us. If I only have ten minutes, I would tell you to go out there and live. I'd say...please take your guitar and sing your songs to as many people as you can. Please fold a thousand more of those damn birds of yours. Please kiss that girl a million times. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#forever #mercy-falls #sam-roth #birds

The sun tells the best joke of a day full of them, setting so spectacularly that you can almost smell the tropical paradise lazing somewhere over this rim of endless, gray socialist towers. Miles of square windows explode orange, red, and purple, like a million TV sets broadcasting the apocalypse. Clouds unspool. The sky drains of birds. ↗

— Tod Wodicka

#birds #clouds #prague #sunset #tropical-paradise

Every spring I hear the thrush singing in the glowing woods he is only passing through. His voice is deep, then he lifts it until it seems to fall from the sky. I am thrilled. I am grateful. Then, by the end of morning, he's gone, nothing but silence out of the tree where he rested for a night. And this I find acceptable. Not enough is a poor life. But too much is, well, too much. Imagine Verdi or Mahler every day, all day. It would exhaust anyone. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#birdsong #music #nature #serenity #spring

When the silent flamingo dances pink with desire, I’ll be there, sipping on owl stares and kitten curls. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#bizarre #cats #curls #dance #dancing

Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#bodies #dejan-stojanovic #heaven #invisible #literature