Top 1200 Love Bird Quotes & Sayings - Page 5

Even when the bird walks we see that it has wings.

A beautiful day with the buoyancy of a bird.

The early bird catches the worm.

Did you ever, in that wonderland wilderness of adolesence [sic] ever, quite unexpectedly, see something, a dusk sky, a wild bird, a landscape, so exquisite terror touched you at the bone? And you are afraid, terribly afraid the smallest movement, a leaf, say, turning in the wind, will shatter all? That is, I think, the way love is, or should be: one lives in beautiful terror.

London is a roost for every bird.

Me and a mate picked up two darling birds and they took us back to their flat. I went into the bedroom with my bird and she started getting undressed. I was that drunk I was standing there wondering how to get undressed without letting go of the award. I went to sit on the bed, missed it by four feet and ended up lying on the floor. I remember the bird looking down at me, and saying, ‘Some player of the year.’ Then I fell asleep. I woke up still clutching my award and staggered out of the flat. I hadn’t a bloody clue where I was.

I rarely find motive in bird vomit.

As we're leaving the King's Arms Hotel after Sunday lunch, I watch a beautiful white dove walking down the wet road. A car approaches and the bird accidentally turns into the wheel rather than away from it. A gentle crunch. The car passes. A shape like a discarded napkin left in the road. Still perfectly white, no red stains, but bearing no relation anymore to the shape of a bird. A trail of white feathers flutter down the road after the car. The suddeness is very upsetting. That gentle crunch.

A gun will give you the body, not the bird

The bird's delirium does not interest the trees.

And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.

The struggle between God and man breaks out in everyone, together with the longing for reconciliation... God does not love weak souls and flabby flesh. The spirit desires to wrestle with flesh which is strong and full of resistance. It is a carnivorous bird which is incessantly hungry; it eats flesh and, by assimilating it, makes it disappear.

Farre shooting never kild bird.

Bird Poop in the mouth is always a surprise.

Marriage, as an institution, is as dead as the dodo bird.

The early worm deserves the bird.

By going and coming, a bird weaves its nest.

The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.

The bird is powered by its own life and by its motivation.

Who gets the bird, the hunter or the dog?

A bird is safe in its nest - but that is not what its wings are made for.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams.

I don't know [why we're here]. People sometimes say to me, 'Why don't you admit that the humming bird, the butterfly, the Bird of Paradise are proof of the wonderful things produced by Creation?' And I always say, well, when you say that, you've also got to think of a little boy sitting on a river bank, like here, in West Africa, that's got a little worm, a living organism, in his eye and boring through the eyeball and is slowly turning him blind. The Creator God that you believe in, presumably, also made that little worm. Now I personally find that difficult to accommodate.

A bird is joy incarnate.

Are you listening, little bird?

We do not ask what hope of gain makes a little bird warble, since we know that it takes delight in singing because it is for that very singing that the bird was made, so there is no need to ask why the human mind undertakes such toil in seeking out these secrets of the heavens. ... And just as other animals, and the human body, are sustained by food and drink, so the very spirit of Man, which is something distinct from Man, is nourished, is increased, and in a sense grows up on this diet of knowledge, and is more like the dead than the living if it is touched by no desire for these things.

Let the bird sing without deciphering the song.

My heart is like a singing bird.

There is no bird flu in commercial stocks.

A man is not a bird, to come and go with the springtime.

...as nervous as a bird in a coal mine.

Opportunity is a bird that never perches.

It is a dream of mankind to fly like a bird.

I don't, for the record, have a Tweety Bird fetish.

Don't the wounded bird still sing?

A bird in the hand is worth what it will bring.

Bird cage is nice only when it is empty!

Your thoughts are as free as any bird

Even when a bird walks, one feels it has wings.

I am no bird and no net ensnares me

As they say - a bird in the hand is worth one in the bush.

I'm a free bird and I follow my own rules.

Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.

A Fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.

As for me, I used to be a bird with a gentle white womb, someone cut my throat just for laughs, I don’t know. As for me, I used to be a great albatross and whirled over the seas. Someone put an end to my journey, without any charity in the tone of it. But even stretched out on the ground I sing for you now my songs of love.

I'm sort of a strange bird.

Now I know surely and forever, However much I have blotted our Waking love, its memory is still there. And I know the web, the net, The blind and crippled bird. For then, for One brief instant it was not blind, nor Trapped, not crippled. For one heart beat the Heart was free and moved itself. O love, I who am lost and damned with words, Whose words are a business and an art, I have no words. These words, this poem, this Is all confusion and ignorance. But I know that coached by your sweet heart, My heart beat one free beat and sent Through all my flesh the blood of truth.

A forest bird never wants a cage.

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!

I am a cage, in search of a bird.

Argentina has the best bird shooting in the world.

He that will take the bird, must not skare it.

Faith is the bird that sings while it is yet dark.

I don't look like no kiwi bird

Every bird will follow it's specie.

I used to think I was ugly. I thought I looked like a camel. A person who doesn't love themselves, they will see anything that pops up on their face. I've seen squirrels, I've seen a bird, and I've seen all kinds of animals on my face. But that is the result of self-hate. I've learned to say: 'You know what? I am a beautiful black woman'.

Free as a bird to settle where I will.

I work as often as I want and yet I'm free as a bird

The bird loves her nest.

I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away...