Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ

“A hush, a silence accompanied this dusting of snow until an odd whistling sound broke through the numbness, coming closer, growing louder. What was that?”
― Cricket Rohman, Wanted: An Honest Man

“The freedom of birds is an insult to me.”
― Cormac McCarthy

“The sun tells the best joke of a day full of them, setting so spectacularly that you can almost smell the tropical paradise lazing somewhere over this rim of endless, gray socialist towers. Miles of square windows explode orange, red, and purple, like a million TV sets broadcasting the apocalypse. Clouds unspool. The sky drains of birds.”
― Tod Wodicka, All Shall Be Well; And All Shall Be Well; And All Manner of Things Shall Be Well

“What I saw was just one eye
In the dawn as I was going:
A bird can carry all the sky
In that little button glowing.

Never in my life I went
So deep into the firmament.”
― Harold Monro, Collected poems;

“Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn:
It listens, listens. Taller trees beyond
Listen. The moon at the unruffled pond
Stares. And you sing, you sing.

That star-enchanted song falls through the air
From lawn to lawn down terraces of sound,
Darts in white arrows on the shadowed ground;
And all the night you sing.

My dreams are flowers to which you are a bee
As all night long I listen, and my brain
Receives your song, then loses it again
In moonlight on the lawn.

Now is your voice a marble high and white,
Then like a mist on fields of paradise,
Now is a raging fire, then is like ice,
Then breaks, and it is dawn.”
― Harold Monro, Collected poems;

“A male frigate bird blows up a wild red pouch on his neck. He can keep it puffed up for hours. It is his way of impressing the girls.”
― Julie Murphy, Sea Birds

“The man was staring directly at him now, a curious expression on his face, half smiling, half quizzical. Instantly Eager had a sense of certainty far deeper than anything he had experienced so far. "I have it too!" he exclaimed. "I am a part of this Earth, aren't I? Just like the birds and the trees and the people - I am."
"Om." said his companion.
Unseen by them, a blossom fell.”
― Helen Fox

“Wait," Honey said to herself, as she realized something amazing. "I’m already an excellent flyer. Maybe I can fight crime too.”
― Emlyn Chand, Honey the Hero

“The call of the yellow-billed cuckoo of North America is often mistaken for a bloodhound drinking a bowl of milk. He goes coulp coulp coulp.”
― Will Cuppy, How to Tell Your Friends from the Apes

“That was the thing about Levantin: he loved the birds, but he really loved the places they brought him. When you spend your career in the confines of a gray suit, the pipits at dawn above timberline are even more wondrous.”
― Mark Obmascik, The Big Year: A Tale of Man, Nature, and Fowl Obsession

“The sparrows would laugh, pecking at the leaves that the wind pushed to the ground, then they would laugh again. They would abandon feathers among the thorny branches and chase after butterflies and laugh some more. It was that time of year.”
― Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo

“Will you miss me when I've left?' I tried instead.

'Of course, but such is life. We are all birds in a wide, wide sky. Oftentimes we might fly alongside another but we must each soar on our own current.”
― M.A. Kuzniar, Upon a Frosted Star

“Man's basic search is for love. He wants to love and he wants to be loved. He wants to be loved unconditionally, and he can be fulfilled only when that happens.
But it does not happen, because he never loves unconditionally. All lovers expect unconditional love from the other person, but nobody is ready to give it. There is
something missing in both you and the other person. One has to begin with oneself. One has to work upon oneself to be able to love unconditionally. One has to love unconditionally not only people, but trees, birds, animals, stone and the wind. You have to spread your love to the whole.
The day you can love the whole, without expecting anything in return, you have known the fundamental secret of life. You have known prayer, the ultimate love. Then the whole will pour its love on you. And that is what we have been searching for many lives.”
― Swami Dhyan Giten, Man is Part of the Whole: Silence, Love, Joy, Truth, Compassion, Freedom and Grace

“The mind is doubt. Doubt leaves you tired and exhausted. That is why so many people in the world look so sad and serious. Existence
is not serious. Look at the trees, the birds, the flowers, the animals, the rivers and the stars. The whole existence is joy and celebration,
except for man because only man has the freedom to choose between living in the mind or living in the heart.
And man has chosen to live in the mind, because the mind helps in the world to have money, power, position and possessions.
But it destroys everything that is really worth having in life.
We have to choose the heart. Once we have chosen the heart, trust, silence, truth, friendship, trust, compassion, creativity and
freedom starts flowering. And just as you bring light into a dark room and the darkness disappears, the same happens with the
heart. Suddenly your life is full of life, light, joy and truth.
And then all doubts disappear. The heart never doubts, the heart simply knows. God is self-evident for the heart. The heart has its
own approach towards reality. The heart has a direct, immediate connection with reality, with God.
Be in the heart, live through the heart. Nourish the dimension of the heart.”
― Swami Dhyan Giten, Man is Part of the Whole: Silence, Love, Joy, Truth, Compassion, Freedom and Grace

“Loving a human is largely mental and abstract. Not so with cats. I am always restored to myself when my arms are encircling their rounded backs or I'm burying my face in their fur, all of me in touch with whatever animates us alone, together.”
― Kyoko Mori, Cat and Bird: A Memoir

“It came to me on the wing."

"As would a hawk ripping a pigeon.”
― Justin Scott, The Sister Queens

“Its wings flicker white, and in the brief soar between roof and pump, the sun catches in its feathers, revealing rainbows floating atop the black and blue fibers. The colors roll down its body like the muscle in a great predator’s shoulders, and yet the lift of its wings and kite-like flicker of its long tail are lighter than air.”
― Addison Lane, Blackpines: The Magpie Witch: The North Star in Eclipse

“Vagrants huddled in doorways, their hands tucked into their armpits, hats pulled down low, like sleeping birds. But they were city birds, dull in plumage and faded into their corners.”
― Byrd Nash, Ghost Talker

“If the birds keep on making nests, if they know there’s gonna be a tomorrow, then I wanna stick around and see what they’re singing about. They’re who I’m gonna listen to. . .”
― Robin Brown, Glitter Saints: The Cosmic Art of Forgiveness, a Memoir

“My curiosity--sister to the skylarks.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“At present, I allow, we must have forest for the atmosphere. Presently we find a chemical substitute. And then, why any natural trees? I foresee nothing but the art tree all over the earth. In fact, we clean the planet."

"Do you mean," put in a man called Gould, "that we are to have no vegetation at all?"

"Exactly. You shave your face: even, in the English fashion, you shave him every day. One day we shave the planet."

"I wonder what the birds will make of it?"

"I would not have any birds either. On the art tree I would have the art birds all singing when you press a switch inside the house. When you are tired of the singing you switch them off. Consider again the improvement. No feathers dropped about, no nests, no eggs, no dirt."

"It sounds," said Mark, "like abolishing pretty well all organic life."

"And why not? It is simple hygiene. Listen, my friends. If you pick up some rotten thing and find this organic life crawling over it, do you not say, 'Oh, the horrid thing. It is alive,' and then drop it?”
― C.S. Lewis, That Hideous Strength

“[Birds'] lives parallel our own in so many ways and are so filled with humorous and tragic incidents as to fascinate us when once we have learned to observe them intelligently. If only we could sit down and talk things over with any one of them, I am sure that bird would be a valued friend for life.”
― Arthur A Allen

“There are people who love birds so much they free them. There are others who love them so much they cage them.”
― Gene Wolfe, Book of the Long Sun Volumes 1-4: Nightside the Long Sun, Lake of the Long Sun, Calde of the Long Sun & Exodus from the Long Sun

“All the madness of society that has been depicted dramatically
in fables, allegories, and folklore, which keeps me ensnared in the
pages of these books, more than the world.”
― Miramoon

“No Poet besides Chaucer has celebrated with such sweetness the enchantment of birds, whether it is the lark ascending or the little grebe diving, the plucky wren or the serene swan. He mentions some sixty species in total. He knows, for example, that the martlet builds its nest on exposed walls. Of the singing birds he notices the thrush and the ousel or blackbird. More ominous are the owl and raven, the crow and the maggot-pie. He knows them all, and has observed their course across the sky. The spectacle of birds entrances him. He cannot bear the thought of their being trapped, or caught, or snared. He loves free energy and movement, as if they were in some instinctive sympathy with his own nature.”
― Peter Ackroyd, Shakespeare: The Biography

“I sing out to the birds, but they have
flown away
and will not return
to recount stories of distant
places only they can visit.
No restrictions, no imprisonment.
They can move
beyond the walls of hate
while I remain
trapped
inside this cage.”
― Shirani Rajapakse, The Way It Is

“The sky was stained in hues of pink, purple and orange. Flocks of birds dotted the canvas of Mother Nature’s shades. A gentle autumn breeze kissed our cheeks while fallen leaves skipped past us.”
― Ekamjit Ghuman, Train to Mumbai

“There is a peculiar virtue in the music of elusive birds”
― Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac

“A whoosh of sparkling fairy dust lifted the girls off their feet and shrank them to fairy size. Shimmering wings of rose gold lifted them high above the crowds. Rachel twirled joyfully, swooping and diving around her friends.
“This is how birds must feel,â€� she said. “Just glad to be alive.”
― Daisy Meadows, Riley the Skateboarding Fairy: The Gold Medal Games Fairies Book 2

“Whenever HUman take any adoption of animals, birds fish etc etc. Except Dogs and cats [ **Note with freedom ] - it's as same as caging/punishing HUman itself. Because : Sky is the limit of Birds, Ocean/Rivers/Lakes are the limits of Fishes and For animals their self marked Territory is the limit. Some how we HUmans by adoption as Pets take their freedom of existence/life.”
― Tanveer Hossain Mullick