A Quote by Robert Bly

Two birds fly past. They are needed somewhere. — © Robert Bly
Two birds fly past. They are needed somewhere.
Whoever coined the phrase, killing two birds with one stone, not only hated birds but also thought we needed to conserve stones.
Not only after two or three centuries, but in a million years, life will still be as it was; life does not change, it remains for ever, following its own laws which do not concern us, or which, at any rate, you will never find out. Migrant birds, cranes for example, fly and fly, and whatever thoughts, high or low, enter their heads, they will still fly and not know why or where. They fly and will continue to fly, whatever philosophers come to life among them; they may philosophize as much as they like, only they will fly.
Whether two birds of a feather fly or fall, it'll be together.
The birds never needed passports... We always thought, the birds can go wherever they want, and we couldn't, really. The birds were very much the symbol of... free movement for me.
I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds — with God's help I catch some.
Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly is there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?
I love the idea of birds having human qualities...I think all humans want to be birds so we can fly.
Caged birds sing of freedom, free birds fly.
Tame birds sing of freedom. Wild birds fly.
Tie two birds together. They will not be able to fly, even though they now have four wings.
A fine morning's killing, ay! All their necks wrung - all dead birds! Once they could fly - fly and swim! Fly and swim! All dead now - and sold cheap in the open market!
I don't keep diaries; I consider them like birds; I set them free and let them fly to the depths of the past where they belong!
If there was two birds sitting on a fence, he would bet you which one would fly first.
A bibliophile of little means is likely to suffer often. Books don't slip from his hands but fly past him through the air, high as birds, high as prices.
The respiratory mechanisms of birds are definitely adapted to the function of flight, as evidenced by the fact that birds which do not fly (Apteryx, Penguins) show these adaptations in a greatly reduced form.
From the movie, The Boy Who Could Fly Somewhere, deep inside, we can all fly.
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