#birds

He imagines a necessary joy in things that must fly to eat. ↗

— Wendell Berry

#flight #joy #imagination

I realized that If I had to choose, I would rather have birds than airplanes. ↗

— Charles Lindbergh

#choose #had #i #rather #realized

What I was trying to convey there was the kind of waste land that was left after the war. It was a bit like one always thinks of war, you know, stark scenery and no birds, no trees, no leaves, nothing living. And just emptiness. ↗

— George Martin

#always #birds #bit #convey #emptiness

Women and birds are able to see without turning their heads, and that is indeed a necessary provision for they are both surrounded by enemies. ↗

— James Stephens

#birds #both #heads #indeed #necessary

And if they thought her aimless, if they thought her a bit mad, let them. It meant they left her alone. Marya was not aimless, anyway. She was thinking. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#busy #dreamer #hermit #misfit #thinker

…I keep looking for one more teacher, only to find that fish learn from the water and birds learn from the sky.” (p.275) ↗

— Mark Nepo

#fish #learn #sky #teacher #water

Two turtle doves will show thee Where my cold ashes lie And sadly murmuring tell thee How in tears I did die ↗

— Nikolai Gogol

#crying #dead-souls #death #doves #loneliness

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#cage #freedom #poetry #dreams

Hey, ants!" she shouted. "Please help. Anteater is very hungry, but cannot find any food. ↗

— Emlyn Chand

#birds #children #children-s-books #emlyn-chand #evolved-publishing

Birdsong foamed in the hour-before-dawn garden. ↗

— David Mitchell

#nature #nature