#birds

Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them? ↗

— Rose Kennedy

#after #birds #delight #feel #free

Most of the birds of the Old World can be found here, as Oman is on a strategic route for migrating birds. ↗

— Saadi

#found #here #most #old #old world

There have been as many varieties of socialists as there are wild birds that fly in the woods and sometimes go up and on through the clouds. ↗

— Carl Sandburg

#birds #clouds #fly #go #many

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

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

Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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

The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#faith #flying #inspirational #profound #wings

The bird dares to break the shell, then the shell breaks open and the bird can fly openly. This is the simplest principle of success. You dream, you dare and and you fly. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#birds #break #can-do-spirit #dare #dare-to-win

This is an apology letter to the both of us for how long it took me to let things go. It was not my intention to make such a production of the emptiness between us playing tuba on the tombstone of a soprano to try and keep some dead singer’s perspective alive. It’s just that I coulda swore you had sung me a love song back there and that you meant it but I guess sometimes people just chew with their mouth open so I ate ear plugs alive with my throat hoping they’d get lodged deep enough inside the empty spots that I wouldn’t have to hear you leaving ↗

— Buddy Wakefield

#hurling-crowbirds-at-mockingbars #poetry #love