Top 1200 Sea Birds Quotes & Sayings - Page 18

Dinosaurs grew feathers for heat regulation, but the ones that started flying started becoming birds.

I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.

I beat my sons in real-life table tennis, but virtually, I get murdered. I download games on the iPhone that I'm addicted to - I'm a master at "Angry Birds."

Birds fly over the rainbow. Why then, oh, why can't I?

Give me spots on my apples, but leave me the birds and the bees, please.

If you're lucky, and a building succeeds, the real product has many more dimensions than you can ever imagine. You have the sun, the light, the rain, the birds, the feel.

Feed the birds in winter; in return, they will feed your soul with the look of gratitude!

More birds have adapted to a changing world than have failed. Very few have the narrow tolerance of the ivory-billed woodpecker or the Bachman's warbler.

My course is set for an uncharted sea.

There's a sea of music out there, but there's no curation for it.

Suspicion amongst thoughts are like bats amongst birds, they never fly by twilight.

That cruelty which children are permitted to show to birds and other animals will most probably exert itself on their fellow creatures when at years of maturity.

Praise the Sea, but keepe on land.

The Person is a bubble on Time's sea.

Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.

Intuitions are like migratory birds, they come without a map without a reason.

He who serves a revolution ploughs a sea.

I sang in my chains like the sea

The sea does not like to be restrained.

A human heart can never grow old if it takes a lively interest in the pairing of birds, the reproduction of flowers, and the changing tints of autumn leaves.

And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?

Over the wine-dark sea.

Engineers are really good at labeling and branding things. If we had named Kentucky Fried Chicken, it would have been Hot Dead Birds.

Everything was curved to fit the walls: the stove, the sink and the cupboards, and all of it had been painted with flowers, insects and birds in bright primary colours.

I never for a day gave up listening to the songs of our birds, or watching their peculiar habits, or delineating them in the best way I could.

He learned to communicate with birds and discovered their conversation was fantastically boring. It was all to do with windspeed, wingspans, power-to-weight ratios and a fair bit about berries.

If there was two birds sitting on a fence, he would bet you which one would fly first.

I'm sort of killing two birds with one stone here, getting to write for 'True Blood' and being able to put myself in a comic at the same time.

Good Lord, I thought, squinting at the bright glare of a late-July morning. No wonder I slept through this. It was noisy with shrieking birds, and already hot.

Understand that sexuality is as wide as the sea.

My roots are African. The birds I remember, the fruits I ate, the trees I climbed, they're African.

Not quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures.

Love the sea? I dote upon it--from the beach.

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

Blessed tree and blessed birds, that were to be neither saved nor damned.

The sea lives in every one of us.

Whoever says that all music is prohibited, let him also claim that the songs of birds are prohibited.

The back windows looked out over the fields, then the Atlantic, maybe a hundred yards away. Actually, I'm just making that bit up. I had no idea how far away the sea was. Only men could do things like that. "Half a mile." "Fifty yards." Giving directions, that sort of thing. I could look at a woman and say "Thirty-six C." Or "Let's try it in the next size up." But I had no idea how far away Tim's sea was except that I wouldn't want to walk to it in high heels.

Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea

And somewhat as in blind night, on a mild sea, a sailor may be made aware of an iceberg, fanged and mortal, bearing invisibly near, by the unwarned charm of its breath, nothingness now revealed itself: that permanent night upon which the stars in their expiring generations are less than the glinting of gnats, and nebulae, more trivial than winter breath; that darkness in which eternity lies bent and pale, a dead snake in a jar, and infinity is the sparkling of a wren blown out to sea; that inconceivable chasm of invulnerable silence in which cataclysms of galaxies rave mute as amber.

All writing begins in the sea of experience.

I love the sea because it is boundless.

The sea only drowns its lovers.

At home, I'm daddy and a husband. There's no Superman's cape. I'm changing diapers, giving my kids baths, and coloring 'Angry Birds' and playing games with them.

As much as I converse with sages and heroes, they have very little of my love and admiration. I long for rural and domestic scene, for the warbling of birds and the prattling of my children.

We are developing all sorts of technologies based on what we have learnt from birds, animals and soils. Pollination is worth £billions. But it also highlights how nature is so interconnected.

Owls are known as lonely birds; but it is not known that they have the forest as their best friend!

The deep sea is a scary world.

Praise the sea, on shore remain.

The wren and the nightingale sound nothing alike, but think how dull the world would be without the songs of both birds.-Miss Kanagawa

Love is the sea where intellect drowns.

Barrabas came to us by the sea.

If you see the sunset, does it have to mean something? If you hear the birds singing does it have to have a message?

What I am interested in with birds, just as I am with spiders or monkeys, is what they do and why they do it.

The sea isn't a place but a fact, and a mystery.

I'm not one of those who can listen to music and write. I need the door closed. Windows shut. Facing the wall. No birds tweeting, views of nature, and so forth.

We can plant to suit the needs of the birds and other wildlife that find a haven and a habitat on our home ground, and we can understand that to do so is a moral dictate, not a personal whim.

He who commands the sea has command of everything.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.

I deep sea fish a lot.