Top 1200 Singing Birds Quotes & Sayings - Page 16

There have been as many varieties of socialists as there are wild birds that fly in the woods and sometimes go up and on through the clouds.

Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain Creeps, lilac-laden, up the village street

Thus drivers inching southward will see the phalanx of birds heading west as one spontaneous gesture.

When I was young, I was interested more in (singing the songs). ... I can't say I'm enjoying it more now than I did before, because I loved it when I first sang in Wales, in a pub or a club. I loved it then, getting up and singing. Or as a kid in school, I've always loved to sing. But I think when you've been around a long time, it's even more satisfying to think that people are listening to me now, and I've been in the business for a long time.

I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds — with God's help I catch some.

There is an old American saying 'He who lives in a glass house should not try to kill two birds with one stone.

I used to live a very social life and never spend much solitary time looking at birds or reading.

I happen to have an expensive clothing habit, so, for me, designing clothes is a way to kill two birds with one stone.

The gene that enables birds to learn songs can become cancer-causing. There is no normal physiological process that can't be bastardized by the disease.

I haven't changed. My family and I live as we did in South Spain. I've had loud music, chickens, birds, and a bull in my backyard.

It's a good thing we have gravity or else when birds died they'd just stay right up there. Hunters would be all confused.

Don't forget that birds with broken wings walking on the ground were once flying high up in the sky.

Because there is no meaning to be found in the arbitrary nature of things., It's all random. Just as space is blue. And birds fly through it.

How strange to read of a place in a book, and then stand on it, listen to the birds sing, and spit on the cobbles if you want.

Go to bed when summers ends, what a good idea; wake up bright and early when birds announce its spring.

Assumptions are unopened windows that foolish birds fly into, and their broken bodies are evidence gathered too late.

But human borders mean nothing to air, water, windblown soil or seeds or migrating fish, birds or mammals.

The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by. As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.

I like radically cutting into the painting, inserting these paper birds, and then trying to figure out how to believe in it.

Because of 'The Birds' and 'Marnie' I was, as the expression goes, hot in Hollywood and producers and directors wanted to hire me.

I honestly like any sound. Birds. I have a very broad space to accept or enjoy anything except quiet.

Twenty thousand birds moved away from me as one, like a ground-hugging white cloud, clucking softly.

We should not put additional stressors on God's creatures through irresponsible trade practices in wild birds.

It's just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.

The voice of the Great Spirit is heard in the twittering of birds, the rippling of mighty waters, and the sweet breathing of flowers.

Silence is golden for me. I live in the country and hear only my pets, birds, crickets, and the wind in the trees.

I have inherited this burden of superstition and nonsense. I govern innumerable men but must acknowledge that I am governed by birds and thunderclaps

And how to paint your lovely hands, fluttering over the silks like two dark birds?

I want to sleep like the birds then wake to write you again without hope that you read me.

Birds in their little nests agree; And 'tis a shameful sight When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight.

I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.

The tragedy of man is that the happy moments of life behave like the birds of the forests: They appear and disappear suddenly!

Women and birds are able to see without turning their heads, and that is indeed a necessary provision for they are both surrounded by enemies.

Like how stars might sound. Or moons But not mountains. Too floaty for mountains. It's a sound like one planet singing to another, high stretched and full of different voices starting at different notes and sloping down to other different notes but all weaving together in a rope of sound that's sad but not sad and slow but not slow and all singing one word. One word.

and the sad notes floated out to the patio and hung in the trees like birds too tired to fly

Everybody loves birdsong. It's a human need... the sound of birds gives a deep, if sometimes almost unnoticed, pleasure

Always find a time to sit on a humid autumn bench to feed the poor birds or to think the dying leaves!

Four geological eras had to pass so that human beings would be able to outsing the birds and die for love.

Half of the modern drugs could well be thrown out of the window, except that the birds might eat them.

I have been in the field working with my birds for 36 years and I don't think a day goes by that I don't see or learn something new.

A good writer must be like the birds of a dark forest; you can't see them, but you can hear their mysterious and wise voices!

The sun is always shining. We have oxygen, trees, birds. There's so much good things on Earth, still. We haven't destroyed everything.

The birds and I share a natural history. It is a matter of rootedness, of living inside a place for so long that the mind and imagination fuse.

The smell of death was thick in the city of Vara?asi. And in Tokyo as well. And yet the birds blissfully sang their songs.

Rain is a blessing when it falls gently on parched fields, turning the earth green, causing the birds to sing.

I have read somewhere that in the Emperor's palace at Byzantium was a tree made of gold and silver, and artificial birds that sang.

I think that there's a strong crossover in that Janis, studying the visual arts, was learning how to break it down into details and see how to get the expression that we wanted. And her visual art is emotionally expressive as her singing was. And, I think, when she switched over to singing, she already knew that it was something serious that you broke into pieces so she developed the ability to break it down and learn little riffs that she could throw in here and there.

My iPhone has 2 million times the storage of the 1969 Apollo 11 computer. They went to the moon. I throw birds at pig houses

I live in Mussoorie. I love my birds and Himalayas. There is always a new mountain to climb and mountains keep coming to me.

In a world of such beauty as birds in flight, surely I can come to feel at home again, even after my loss.

It was Shakespeare's notion that on this day birds begin to couple; hence probably arose the custom of sending fancy love-billets.

The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his aery tour, Two birds of gayest plume before him drove.

Backstreet Boys fans don't want to hear the New Kids singing all of their hits. Just like our fans don't want to hear the Backstreet Boys singing all of our hits.

In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet. . . .

They say the first of my kind was Alasdair, a human raised by hawks. She learned the languages of birds and was gifted with their form.

A small town is nothing but eyes and gaping maw; it pecks at its own like a flock of vicious birds.

Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray, With joyous musick wake the dawning day.

A fierce brief fusion which dreamers call real, and realists, an illusion; an insight like the flight of birds.

My parents never had to tell me about the birds and the bees, you know? It was very out in the open.

Look, I guess it's natural, you're teenagers, its springtime,everyone's thoughts are turning to birds and bees and caterpillars and moths..... - Iggy