A Quote by Emily Dickinson

We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg. — © Emily Dickinson
We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg.
The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. The God's name is Abraxas.
It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.
The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Whoever will be born must destroy a world.
Just to settle it once and for all: Which came first, the chicken or the egg? The egg, laid by a bird that was not a chicken.
We have used up all our inherited freedom, like the young bird the albumen in the egg. It is not an era of repose. If we would save our lives, we must fight for them.
With all humility, I think, "Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might." Infinitely more important than the vain attempt to love one's neighbor as one's self. If you want to hit a bird on the wing you must have all your will in focus, you must not be thinking about yourself, and equally, you must not be thinking about your neighbor; you must be living with your eye on that bird. Every achievement is a bird on the wing.
People are soft. The whole world is. That's why you have to be careful what you say, careful what you post, careful what you wear.
I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.
The egg of a bird hatches only when the chick within is ready
The egg, you see, is a very sexy thing. Egg is like birth. Eggshell is sexy. Egg yolk is definitely sexy. Oh, I love egg.
Life is an egg you have to be patient and careful with it or it will break.
To be born in a duck's nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan's egg.
Oh, God above, if heaven has a taste it must be an egg with butter and salt, and after the egg is there anything in the world lovelier than fresh warm bread and a mug of sweet golden tea?
Everyone needs time to develop their dreams. An egg in the nest doesn't become a bird overnight.
Boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience. A rustling in the leaves drives him away.
We use blue on the handle of the Alessi kettle. Blue is cool, so you're supposed to think that it's not hot. And the bird is red: you're supposed to think to be careful to remove the bird.
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