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“It was a pretty complete list. The kind of list one makes when one cannot fall asleep because one's thoughts keep swirling through one's brain like a bunch of sparrows on crack.”
― James Patterson, Nevermore

“...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows...”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

“Presently, one after another, like shyly hopping sparrows, her friends arrived, black against the snow.”
― Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way

“It seems like being “passionate for something bigâ€� is something positive, but I keep running into Jesus telling us to be like children. And children are small. Maybe you’ve noticed that too. They do little things, and they’re okay with it. Jesus seems passionate about other little things too. Mustard seeds. Sparrows. Lilies of the field. Single days, like today, instead of The Big Future. Little acts of our will.”
― Brant Hansen, Blessed Are the Misfits: Great News for Believers who are Introverts, Spiritual Strugglers, or Just Feel Like They're Missing Something

“Sparrow Rulz!”
― E. Dantes, The Little Sparrow Named 'Too'

“I think the purest of souls, those with the most fragile of hearts, must be meant for a short life. They can't be tethered or held in your palm. Just like a sparrow, they light on your porch. Their song might be brief, but how greedy would we be to ask for more? No, you cannot keep a sparrow. You can only hope that as they fly away, they take a little bit of you with them.”
― Emm Cole, The Short Life of Sparrows

“She listens to the delicate fluttering of sparrows' wings, tiny messengers. The sound reminds her of life - struggling, beating, rising, flying, and now dissolving into space.”
― J.J. Brown, American Dream

“They were shelters for sparrows, not homes for warm laughing people.”
― Sinclair Lewis, Main Street

“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