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“I have no will of my own. Never did. Limp and lily-livered, I always obey - is it possible that's attractive to women?”
― Anton Chekhov

“I told myself that once I was done ripping the seagull's head off, I would turn around and give a speech so saccharine that even Eddie wouldn't be able to console them when I was finished. I would destroy them, and they would drown in an ocean of their tears.

But first the seagull.”
― T.J. Klune, Who We Are

“A seagull flying beautifully is heaven; a seagull hunting an innocent fish is hell! Existence is heaven and hell, joy and horror!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Do you also see every day what the seagull sees every day? Infinite gleams of the sea? Then, you are a seagull too!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Flight of my mind rises beneath the seagull’s wings …then ocean is my motherland I feel.”
― Munia Khan

“Freedom can be forgotten in the repressive countries. To remember freedom, it will be enough to watch a happy seagull flying in the sky!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Kingdom? Or queendom?"
"What?" Flounder asked, exasperated.
"The mer are ruled by a queen. Shouldn't it be queendom?"
"No, that's- well, I guess so. Maybe. Does it matter?"
"It does if you're the queen," the bird pointed out.
Ariel had to hide her smile; she would have laughed, if she had the voice for it.”
― Liz Braswell, Part of Your World

“If I were a seagull
I wouldn't have to stick around
If people argued- I would fly off,
swerve, wheel, dip, scream.
a thousand wings of company if I have friends
two strong wings of my own
If I don't”
― Caroline B. Cooney, Losing Christina Collection

“In 1910 Curtiss started the Curtiss Aeroplane Company of Hammondsport, New York, which later in the year he named the Curtiss Motor Company. That same year he took on the Burgess Company of Marblehead, Massachusetts, as a subsidiary.
On January 12, 1912, Curtiss developed a utility flying boat that he sold to the U.S., Russian and Italian navies. The following year he designated these as the Model F series aircraft, some having transatlantic capabilities. The first Model F saw service with the United States Navy, having the designations C-2 through C-5. These aircraft were later reclassified to AB-2 through AB-5. In October of 1913, Curtiss met John Cyril Porte, a British pioneer in aviation who shared his interest in flying boats and helped design the improved Model F-5-L flying boat. These aircraft became known as “Seagullsâ€� in the postwar civilian market.”
― Captain Hank Bracker, The Exciting Story of Cuba, Cuban History

“ARIEL! You're SINGING!"
An explosion of grey and white feathers landed on the beach next to them. As soon as he recovered himself, Scuttle threw his wings around her in a gull-y embrace.
"I am," she said, stroking his head.
"Oh, it's so good to hear you," Scuttle said with a sigh. "It does my old heart... It's just the best."
Ariel smiled. There was something specifically beautiful about what he had said: It's so good to hear you. He didn't say anything about her singing, just that it was good to hear her voice. He was genuinely pleased just that she had her voice back- whatever she chose to do with it.
This is a friend.”
― Liz Braswell, Part of Your World

“O, korkuyu yenmenin gururuyla, haz alarak yaşıyordu.”
― Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull

“Thank goodness,â€� said Gabby after all the bats had landed. Then the seagull crept to the edge of the perch where he and Volant rested, and leaned far out and over, ducking and twisting his head to peer below the branches and almost tumbling into space. Straightening back up, Gabby exclaimed, “Talk about a head rush—the bats are all perched upside down!”
― Scott Bischke

“Reluctantly the four people backed away from the fence, the young man shouting to the young woman and cupping his hand to his ear as if holding a phone. The young woman shook her head yes, then turned to walk back up the coast, holding the small girl’s hand, the uniformed man close behind.

When the young woman looked back over her shoulder one last time, the small girl broke away, sprinting out onto the beach. The young woman raced out and caught the small girl, but not before she had scattered a flock of seagulls into the sky.”
― Scott Bischke, Bat Cave: A Fable of Epidemic Proportions

“Wow, so much to learn!" said Volant the eagle. "Fish-eating bats, pale bats, bats with little ears, bats with long noses, bats with noses that look like leavesâ€� Next thing you know, you’re going to tell me there are bats that drink blood like vampires!â€�

“There are those, indeed, as well,â€� said Sully the Leaf-nosed bat.”
― Scott Bischke, Bat Cave: A Fable of Epidemic Proportions

“Some of the guard bats hung from the tall cardón cactus that partially blocked the entrance to the cave; some guard bats hung along the edge of the cave entrance. The presence of these burly guards, along with the big cardón cactus, created a formidable boundary, a wall of sorts that could be used for controlling entry to the cave.

And for the Pallid bats controlling who could enter the cave was precisely the goal.”
― Scott Bischke, Bat Cave: A Fable of Epidemic Proportions

“The people said there might be disease in the cave," said Gabby the seagull. "They seemed really worried. They kept talking about how people can give the bats something called COVID and how bad that would be because even if the bats don’t get sick they can pass it on to other animals or right back to people later. And also they talked about a fungus and white noses and feeble bats and bats flying off-kilter and about how bat colonies around the world have been wiped out.”
― Scott Bischke, Bat Cave: A Fable of Epidemic Proportions

“Once she’d lifted the bat out of the cage, the younger woman turned slowly, lifted her hands high, then said, “Time to go home, little oneâ€� as she opened her hands.

The bat hesitated for a moment, as if unclear it was free to go, then it fluttered away. The people watched by headlamp as the bat circled them twice, before disappearing into the sky.

All the while, the older man with the camera had been positioning himself to record the moment. His photo caught the young scientist silhouetted on one side of the image, the dark outline of the island on the other side, just as the bat took flight into the orange sunrise glowing across the water.”
― Scott Bischke, Bat Cave: A Fable of Epidemic Proportions

“As they moved to push off the boat, a loud squawk sounded near at hand. The people pulled up short in time see the outline of a seagull fly past, the bird chattering wildly. Before anyone could speak, another bird took flight from the palapa. This bird, far larger than the first, passed overhead as a dark apparition. The big bird made no sound, save the gentle whoosh from its massive wings.”
― Scott Bischke, Bat Cave: A Fable of Epidemic Proportions

“I’ve always wanted to go to Australia," said Volant the eagle. "Just think of it: kangaroos and koala bears, wallabies and wombats!â€�

“Cool enough,� returned Gabby the seagull. “But I’ve always wanted to see a platypus. Sort of a beaver with a duckbill?! How can that possibly be?�

“Nothing surprises me much anymore,â€� said Volant. “Seems like almost anything is possible.”
― Scott Bischke, Bat Cave: A Fable of Epidemic Proportions

“All day you have been on my mind
A seagull perched on an old wharf
piling by the steely grip of its claws
shrieking when any other comes too near
waiting for fish or what the tide brings
shaking out its long white wings like laundry.

All day you have been on my mind
a thrift store glamour hat that doesn't fit
with a perky veil scratching my cheek
with a feather hanging down like a broken tail.”
― Marge Piercy, The Moon Is Always Female: Poems

“When I die, I want to come back as a seagull.”
― Ellie Dow