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“People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.”
― James O'Barr, The Crow

“We could mate. In a year our nestlings would be large enough to mob anyone we like...Should I begin to court you? Do you like grubs or ants better?...I will be here. In case you change your mind about mating.”
― Tamora Pierce, Trickster's Choice

“I ain't never seen a creature like that before, she says. He's so smart, he's-
More, like a person than a bird? I says.
Yeah, she says. That's it.
Whatever you do, I says, don't tell him that. I'll never hear the end of it.”
― Moira Young, Blood Red Road

“On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening”
― 叠补蝉丑ō

“Not cry. Fly.
“I can’t fly,” Bran said. “I can’t, I can’t…”
How do you know? Have you ever tried?
The voice was high and thin. Bran looked around to see where it was coming from. A crow was spiraling down with him, just out of touch, following him as he fell. “Help me,” he said.
I’m trying, the crow replied…
The crow took to the air and flapped around Bran’s hand.
“You have wings,” Bran pointed out.
Maybe you do too.
Bran felt along his shoulders, groping for feathers.
There are different kinds of wings, the crow said…
Bran was falling faster than ever. The grey mists howled around him as he plunged toward the earth below. “What are you doing to me?” he asked the crow, tearful.
Teaching you how to fly.
“I can’t fly!”
You’re flying right now.
“I’m falling!”
Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said. Look down.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“The only way to get what you want is to make them more afraid of you than they are of each other.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Crimson Crown

“The thing about butterflies, Mr. Crow, is that they need to be admired from afar.”
― A. Zavarelli, Crow

“And the crow once called the raven black.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms

“I plucked one feather from my hood and left it on his forehead, for, his, head.

For a souvenir, for a warning, for a lick of night in the morning.

For a little break in the mourning.”
― Max Porter, Grief Is the Thing with Feathers

“What are you doing to me?” he asked the crow, tearful. Teaching you how to fly. “I can’t fly!” You’re flying right now. “I’m falling!” Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said.”
― George R.R. Martin

“Don't ask for the truth, boy, unless you're ready to hear it.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Demon King

“My dragons!' she insisted.
'She has finally found a flock to join,' he observed to me. 'Her own kind always pecked her. But the dragons have taken her in.'
...'If a flock of crows is a murder, what should we call a group of dragons?' ... 'A catastrophe of dragons.”
― Robin Hobb, Assassin's Fate

“She is a Weyward. And she carries another Weyward inside her. She gathers herself together, every cell blazing, and thinks: Now.
The window breaks, a waterfall of sharp sounds. The room grows dark with feathered bodies, shooting through the broken window, the fireplace.
Beaks, claws, and eyes flashing. Feathers brushing her skin. Simon yells, his hand loosening on her throat.
She sucks in the air, falling to her knees, one hand cradling her stomach. Something touches her foot, and she sees a dark tide of spiders spreading across the floor. Birds continue to stream through the window. Insects, too: the azure flicker of damselflies, moths with orange eyes on their wings. Tiny, gossamer mayflies. Bees in a ferocious golden swarm.
She feels something sharp on her shoulder, its claws digging into her flesh. She looks up at blue-black feathers, streaked with white. A crow. The same crow that has watched over her since she arrived. Tears fill her eyes, and she knows in that moment that she is not alone in the cottage. Altha is there, in the spiders that dance across the floor. Violet is there, in the mayflies that glisten and undulate like some great silver snake. And all the other Weyward women, from the first of the line, are there, too.
They have always been with her, and always will be.”
― Emilia Hart, Weyward

“full moon fills
in power lines,
crow flies off”
― Bremer Acosta, Cosmos in a Tree: Wordless Poems

“You wound me
I remove his hand and meet him in the eye. "No worse than I already have.”
― Joan He, Strike the Zither

“They were halfway across the road when a birdcall tugged her back, pulling at some strange, secret part of her. A crow, she thought, from its husky caw---she had already learned to recognize most of the birds that sang in her parents' garden, and crows were her favorite. There was something intelligent---almost human---about their sly voices and dark, luminous eyes.
Kate turned, scanning the trees that lined the road behind them. And there it was: a velvet flash of black, shocking against the lurid green and blue of the June day. A crow, just as she'd thought.”
― Emilia Hart, Weyward

“Crows are more sincere than they look, you know.”
― Aki

“Jaysus, woman,” he sighs. “Ye clean up your fecking mouth before I do it for you. You want to work for me ye better start acting like a lady.”
“I am a goddamn lady.” I grin.”
― A. Zavarelli, Crow

“So now, I sit beneath the banyan tree
With humility, devotion, and tranquillity
To listen, learn, and experience
The songs of the rooks.”
― Vinod Varghese Antony, Songs of the Rooks

“People are more predictable than they care to admit.”
― Joan He, Strike the Zither

“music puts me in touch
with life's energy
and death still hanging
like an old crow
on the vines of my mind”
― Hanna Abi Akl, Titans

“Nobody is going to help me. Al least no one has until now. So I have to make it on my own. I have to get stronger – like a stray crow. That’s why I gave myself the name Kafka. That’s what Kafka means in Czech you know – crow.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“Let the glory of the empire goes to the crow.
Just want to retire after twenty-five years of brawl.
Give me a small farm in the wilderness to live.
Keep me alive. I return to a lovely wife-to-be.”
― Asvoria K., Teleios: Flaw, is Perfect!

“If a Crow enters the team of Pigeons or a Pigeon to the Crows team. In this regard, to look at and think differently about them is the semi-discrimination, but doing any practice differently between them is full discrimination”
― Ehsan Sehgal

“King,” croaked the raven. The bird flapped across the solar to land on Mormont’s shoulder. “King,” it said again, strutting back and forth.

“He likes that word,” Jon said, smiling.

“An easy word to say. An easy word to like.”

“King,” the bird said again.

“I think he means for you to have a crown, my lord.”

“The realm has three kings already, and that’s two too many for my liking.” Mormont stroked the raven under the beak with a finger, but all the while his eyes never left Jon Snow.

It made him feel odd.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

“I cope with jealousy by having a furious conversation in my head when I rant and rave to Mum about how much attention the TWELVE-YEAR-OLD is getting. I swear a lot and make some evil unforgivable things and it makes me feel much better. Out loud, I say, "Of course, go ahead, that's fine, you go and enjoy yourself." As you do.”
― Sophia Bennett, Threads

“I'm about to flip out, but then I suddenly realize what she's saying. She means she's not going to waste that bit of her brain that could be thinking about corsages by worrying about Amanda Elat, when there's nothing she can do about it now anyway. As a plan of action, it's not as dumb as I thought.”
― Sophia Bennett, Beads, Boys and Bangles

“If this is the real world, I don't like it. None of us does”
― Sophia Bennett, Beads, Boys and Bangles

“The caw of a rook on its homeward way,
Oh! These shall be the music for me,
For I love I love the path of the free”
― Eliza Cook, The Poems Of Eliza Cook

“Crows played a significant Role during my Psychosis, they reminded me of the Apocalypse – even nowadays, their cawing reminds me to stay humble.”
― Sino Melo