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“In this world of ours, the sparrow must live like a hawk if he is to fly at all.”
― Hayao Miyazaki

“From Hamlet. That’s what he reminded me of.â€� “Oh,â€� he said. “Not sure I can see him as a sparrow. Too . . . delicate.â€� “So what sort of bird would he be?â€� “Dunno. The sort that smacked into a window trying to have a go at its own reflection.”
― M.L. Rio, If We Were Villains

“Ghost bird, do you love me?" he whispered once in the dark, before he left for hs expedition training, even though he was the ghost. "Ghost bird, do you need me?" I loved him, but I didn't need him, and I thought that was the way it was supposed to be. A ghost bird might be a hawk in one place, a crow in another, depending on the context. The sparrow that shot up into the blue sky one morning might transform mid-flight into an osprey the next. This was the way of things here. There were no reasons so mighty that they could override the desire to be in accord with the tides and the passage of seasons and the rhythms underlying everything around me.”
― Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation

“We're each single threads woven together in a tapestry God has created. Only he sees the full picture, but not even a sparrow falls without his knowing.”
― Francine Rivers, A Voice in the Wind

“The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.”
― Tagore, Amitendranath

“To become a sparrow you don't have to be a crow.”
― Munia Khan

“Before the sparrow arrived, you had almost stopped thinking about flight. Then, last winter, it soared through the sky and landed in front of you, or more precisely on the windowsill of the covered balcony adjoining your bedroom. You knew the grimy window panes were caked with dead ants and dust, and smelt as sour as the curtains. But the sparrow wasn’t put off. It jumped inside the covered balcony and ruffled its feathers, releasing a sweet smell of tree bark into the air. Then it flew into your bedroom, landed on your chest and stayed there like a cold egg.”
― Ma Jian, Beijing Coma

“Are not two sparrows sold for only a penny? But not one of them falls to the ground without your Father knowing it.”
― Holy Bible Matthew 10 29

“Who am I to judge a life misspent?”
― Mary Doria Russell

“When his mother first came back to earth she’d been a sparrow; Waldo had fed her—stale bits of scavenged cereal, through the wire and bars on his window.
Now she was an owl.”
― Cynthia Robinson, Birds of Wonder

“Where can we find a worshiper who envy a sparrow or a swallow just because of their uninterrupted access to God's altar (Psalm 84:3). Our Genuineness in worship is not revealed by our physical presence in the church but by our desire of being in His Presence always and behold Him (Psalm 84:10).”
― Santosh Thankachan

“Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a “Diver� �
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have not a crest.
Her heart is fit for home �
I � a Sparrow- build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest”
― Emily Dickinson

“I'm a good runner," I licked my dry lips. I felt his hand move between us, grabbing my inner thigh and squeezing as he whispered back.
"Oh, but I'm an excellent chaser.”
― L.J.Shen

“There was nothing romantic in what we were. We didn't go out. Share gifts or watch fucking Netflix together. We didn't make love. We made war. When she was pulling I was biting. When she was scratching digging her nails into my flesh, I slammed harder, faster.
Our sex was furious, it was raw, untamed, wild...
But it wasn't selfish.”
― L.J.Shen

“The single holdout in the Manafort trial was a woman linked to the Kremlin-backed intelligence agency: SPARROW. The very agency that, in 1986, and at the direction of Intelligence Officer Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, ensnared our current President.”
― A.K. Kuykendall

“As there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow,

Similarly, there is a special providence in the fall of a HERO!”
― Md. Ziaul Haque

“Sparrows were an interesting bird. They had dialects unique to each region they inhabited. If Waterton had a sound, it was the lonely sparrow, keening for its mate. The trill was peaceful, but melancholy.”
― Danika Stone, The Dark Divide

“I stood in a round garden with high white walls. I felt that I had seen it before, but I couldn't remember where. Trees ringed the edge of the garden; all around me were great hedges of rosebushes, blossoming in cascades of crimson, white, and red-tipped gold flowers. Overflowing petals lay spattered on the ground beneath them. The light was a liquid, living thing that swirled and eddied through the leaves, rustling them like wind. In the corner of my eye, I thought it had shaped itself into figures that stood watching with still, perilous attention-- but when I looked, they were gone.
Before me stood a dried bush, barely more than a skeleton, just a few brown leaves clinging to its twigs. On the topmost branch perched a brown-and-gray sparrow, its black eyes bright.
Thank you for the crumbs, it said.
My throat itched and stuck to itself as I swallowed. "You," I whispered. "You're the Lar of this house.”
― Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty

“Like the sparrow, I've got a song to sing. Unlike the sparrow, I must sing mine by faith.”
― Elisabeth Elliot, Love Has A Price Tag

“At times, it seems as though my soul is like a sparrow that happened to enter a child's room and got ensnared upon crashing against the wall. You represent the child, your body serves as the room, and I am the hapless soul, unwilling to break free from your body.”
― Shahid Hussain Raja