A Quote by Winston Churchill

It is of no account; after all, the old bird does not fly far from his nest. — © Winston Churchill
It is of no account; after all, the old bird does not fly far from his nest.
Silence is the nest and music is the bird. The bird leaves the nest early in the morning and returns to the nest in the evening. Similarly, in the spiritual world, divine music comes from the inmost soul of Silence.
God gives every bird his worm, but He does not throw it into the nest.
Like a young eaglet that gets pushed out of the nest at the appropriate time, a young man must learn to fly on his own. If the nest is too cushy, if all of his creature comforts are there for his enjoyment, then he may set up his high-definition television and perch for a while.
The phoebe-bird is a wise architect and perhaps enjoys as great an immunity from danger, both in its person and its nest, as any other bird. Its modest ashen-gray suit is the color of the rocks where it builds, and the moss of which it makes such free use gives to its nest the look of a natural growth or accretion.
The idea of the nest in the bird's mind, where does it come from?
No matter. The dead bird does not leave the nest.
In exchange for his first taste of powdered milk, Pascal showed me a tree we could climb to find a bird's nest. After we handled and examined the pink-skinned baby birds, he popped one of them into his mouth like a jujube. It seemed to please him a lot. He offered a baby bird to me, pantomiming that I should eat it. I understood perfectly well what he meant, but I refused. He did not seem disappointed to have to eat the whole brood himself.
You put his brain in a bird, the bird would fly backwards" -Secret Life of the Bees
You'll have a lot more respect for a bird after you try making a nest.
God gives every bird its food, but He does not throw it into its nest.
Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far, far away.
I feel like my dream animal would be a mermaid that could fly and also live in the trees. She has a nest, almost like a bird. She feeds her babies like a bird, like, chews the food first and then feeds it to them through her mouth.
That's not how you're going to live, Bird Girl. Not on my account. Spread those strong wings of yours. Fly.
We attain freedom as we let go of whatever does not reflect our magnificence. A bird cannot fly high or far with a stone tied to its back. But release the impediment, and we are free to soar to unprecedented heights.
The nest may be constructed, so far as the sticks go, by the male bird; but only the hen can line it with moss and down!
It is a foul bird that filleth his own nest.
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