B Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with B. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.”
“Birds born in cages think that flying is a disease.”
“Birds buildbut not I build; no, but strain, Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes. Mine,O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.”
“Birds can sing and fish can swim and I can do this.”
Source: The Little Friend
“Birds chirped and hawked in the distance. A group of them, maybe vultures, circled the sky. Rae glanced at the blanket. Those damn birds could probably smell Marissa, and the second everyone left, they'd pounce on her.”
Source: One by One
“Birds danced in an emerald sky.”
“Birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it; let's do it, let's fall in love.”
“Birds do not attend flight schools; Rivers do not attend flowing colleges; Fishes do not attend swimming conferences; Trees do not attend fruit bearing seminars... There is something that you can do automatically that someone may not do... Find it and do it! There is something someone may do automatically that you may not do; leave it for him to it!”
“Birds don't learn to fly, they just do.
I didn't learn to write, I just do.
Stop grovelling to authority,
embolden your curiosity,
All the answers lie dormant in you.”
Source: Visvavictor: Kanima Akiyor Kainat
“Birds don't need canned worms.”
Source: The Azanian
“Birds don't need bridges to cross precipices and honourable men with honesty wings to cross precipices of slander.”
“Birds evolved from a small raptor like theropod.”
“Birds-eye view
Awake the stars 'cause they're all around you
Wide eyes will always brighten the blue
Chase your dreams
And remember me, sweet bravery
'Cause after all those wings will take you up so high
So bid the forest floor goodbye as you race the wind
And take to the sky”
“Birds fascinated her. How did they do that, seeming to fly with one mind, each of them able to anticipate what the others would do?”
Source: The Bar Code Rebellion
“Birds fly and fish swim and I do this.”
“Birds fly Over The Rainbow. Why then, oh why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why can't I?”
“Birds fly over the rainbow. Why then, oh, why can't I?”
“Birds flyin' high... You know how I feel...
Sun in the Sky... You know how I feel...
Breeze driftin' on by... You know how I feel...
It's a New Dawn, it's a New Day, it's a New Life for me...
Yeah, it's a New Dawn, it's a New Day, it's a New Life for me...
Ooooooooh... And I'm Feelin' Good...”
“Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by you know how I feel
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me
And I'm feeling good
I'm feeling good”
“Birds have wings to fly in the sky; you have an imagination to fly everywhere.”
“Birds have wings; they're free; they can fly where they want when they want. They have the kind of mobility many people envy.”
“Birds I am fine with - spiders are an entirely different matter.”
“Birds in flight fascinate me. I admire eagles and falcons. I’m inspired by a feather but also its color, its graphics, its weightlessness and its engineering. It’s so elaborate. In fact I try and transpose the beauty of a bird to women.”
“Birds in the sky. Fish in the river. Crickets in the night. God put them there and they never have to worry about trying to be anything else in this world. That’s where God put them and they stay there and do well with it. And if they do well with it, God will put them in a better place in the next life. That’s what their mother had always told her boys. That’s what the woman told herself.”
Source: Hungry Ghosts
“Birds in their little nests agree; And 'tis a shameful sight When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight.”
“Birds know themselves not to be at the center of anything, but at the margins of everything. The end of the map. We only live where someone's horizon sweeps someone else's. We are only noticed on the edge of things; but on the edge of things, we notice much.”
“Birds learn how to fly, never knowing where flight will take them.”
“Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall and falling, they're given wings.”
“Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours.”
Source: Black Elk Speaks: Being the Life Story of a Holy Man of the Oglala Sioux
“BIRDS MAKE TRICKY ESCAPES WHEN THINGS GO AFOWL”
Source: The Fearless Moral Inventory of Elsie Finch
“Birds may commemorate some human deaths. On June 12, 2016, Omar Mateen, a twenty-nine-year-old security guard, killed fortynine people and wounded fifty-three others in a mass shooting inside Pulse, a gay nightclub in Orlando, Florida. Orlando Police Department officers shot and killed him after a three-hour standoff. In a subsequent vigil, the names of the forty-nine victims were being read as a flock of birds flew by. A photographer noticed them and snapped a photo. Later, she counted the birds in the photo. There were forty-nine. The photographer showed other people and asked them to count. “We were all stunned,” she said. A spokesman for the Dr. Phillips Center for the Performing Arts, where the vigil was held, said that the center had not released the birds during the vigil. The mind was the collective and individual grief of the mourners of forty-nine deaths. The object was the forty-nine birds.”
Source: Meaningful Coincidences: How and Why Synchronicity and Serendipity Happen
“Birds needs trees and mankind needs both of them! Protecting the nature and environment is not only a matter of ethics but also a matter of existence.”
“Birds never know if the sun will rise, yet they sing everyday right before dawn.”
Source: Yarasistan: My Wounds, My Crown
“Birds never know if the sun will rise,
yet they sing everyday right before dawn.
And sure enough the night collapses,
into the arms of the rising sun.”
Source: Yüz Şiirlerin Yüzüğü (Ring of 100 Poems, Bilingual Edition): 100 Turkish Poems with Translations
“Birds never know if the sun will rise,
yet they sing everyday right before dawn.
And sure enough the sun emerges,
defeating the most ominous mourn.”
Source: Yarasistan: My Wounds, My Crown
“Birds never know if the sun will rise,
yet they sing everyday right before dawn.
And sure enough the sun emerges,
defeating the most ominous mourn.
Be the herald of impossible light,
even amidst the worries of souls most weary.
The darkness of the world may not be your fault,
to light up the world is your existential duty.”
Source: Yarasistan: My Wounds, My Crown
“Birds never know (Sonnet)
Birds never know if the sun will rise,
yet they sing everyday right before dawn.
And sure enough the night collapses,
into the arms of the rising sun.
Kiss the world like morning sun,
Sing to the sky like waking birds.
Fret not the fears of wild insecurity,
You do your task with dutybound heart.
Touch the soul like summer breeze,
Hug the soil like monsoon rain.
Life is calling, can't you hear!
Universe awaits your humane reign.”
Source: Yüz Şiirlerin Yüzüğü (Ring of 100 Poems, Bilingual Edition): 100 Turkish Poems with Translations
“Birds of a feather flock as politicians - and it is the vulture which flies the highest”
“Birds of a feather really do flock together.”
Source: The 21 Indispensable Qualities of a Leader: Becoming the Person Others Will Want to Follow
“Birds of a lawless, bigoted feather bully together.”
“Birds of sorrow may fly over our heads,
But we must prevent them from building their nests,
For they can cause pain that is hard to heal
If our happiness they manage to steal.”
“Birds of the same feathers flock together, and when they flock together they fly so high.”
“Birds of the Western Front
Your mess-tin cover's lost. Kestrels hover
above the shelling. They don't turn a feather
when hunting-ground explodes in yellow earth,
flickering star-shells
and flares from the Revelation of St John.
You look away
from artillery lobbing roar and suck and snap
against one corner of a thicket
to the partridge of the war zone
making its nest in shattered clods.
History
floods into subsoil to be blown apart. You cling
to the hard dry stars of observation.
How you survive. They were all at it:
Orchids of the Crimea
nature notes from the trench
leaving everything unsaid - hell's cauldron
with souls pushed in, demons stoking flames beneath -
for the pink-flecked wings of a chaffinch
flashed like mediaeval glass.
You replace gangrene and gas mask
with a dream of alchemy: language of the birds
translating human earth
to abstract and divine. While machine-gun
tracery gutted that stricken wood
you watched the chaffinch flutter to and fro
through splintered branches, breaking buds
and never a green bough left.
Hundreds lay in there wounded.
If any, you say, spotted one bird
they may have wondered why a thing with wings
would stay in such a place.
She must have, sure, had chicks
she was too terrified to feed, too loyal to desert.
Like roots clutching at air
you stick to the lark singing fit to burst at dawn
sounding insincere
above the burning bush: plough-land
latticed like folds of brain
with shell-ravines where nothing stirs
but black rats, jittery sentries and the lice
sliding across your faces every night.
Where every elixir's gone wrong
you hold to what you know.
A little nature study. A solitary magpie
blue and white
spearing a strand of willow.
One for sorrow. One for Babylon,
Ninevah and Northern France,
for mice and desolation, the burgeoning
barn-owl population
and never a green bough left.”
“Birds rising in flight is a sign that the enemy is lying in ambush; when the wild animals are startled and flee he is trying to take you unaware.”
“Birds sat on the telegraph wires that spanned the river as the black notes sit on a staff of music.”
Source: The Return of the Soldier
“Birds shouldn't be able to find tears
They are the definition of freedom”
Source: The Songs of The Gullible Wiseman: The Early Poems of Maddy Kobar, 2008-2013
“Birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn't we?”
“Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?”
“Birds sing even when the world is filled with sadness. I don't know why people can't do the same thing.”
“Birds sing in vain to the ear, flowers bloom in vain to the eye, of mortified vanity and galled ambition. He who would know repose in retirement must carry into retirement his destiny, integral and serene, as the Caesars transported the statue of Fortune into the chamber they chose for their sleep.”