Best bird & wind Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

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“The experience of playing music at a young age really opens up one's mind to different melody in life itself, literally - like, when you've even played a recorder, or whatever, it becomes a lot easier to hear the beauty in a bird's song, or the quiet tune in a gentle rustle of the wind.”

Mind Different Age Young Song Wind Easier Quiet Bird Gentle Tunes Melody Young Age Playing Music Recorders

Author:Dave Smalley

“Anyway, I'm digressing, but this is just kind of this 10-and-a-half-minute, ambient - you hear cicadas and birds and the wind outside and crickets as I'm swelling the piece. I could never do that on a pop record. I could, but why would I want to be agitating?”

Want Kind Half Records Pieces Minutes Wind Bird Pops Cricket Swelling Ambient Cicadas

Author:Andrew Bird

“To write honestly and with conviction anything about the migration of birds, one should oneself have migrated. Somehow or other we should dehumanize ourselves, feel the feel of feathers on our body and wind in our wings, and finally know what it is to leave abundance and safety and daylight and yield to a compelling instinct, age-old, seeming at the time quite devoid of reason and object.”

Knows Feels Should Writing Reason Body Age Objects Wind Bird Safety Wings Instinct Oneself Conviction Honestly Abundance Yield Compelling Feathers Daylight Seeming Migration

Book:A Naturalist's Life of New York

Source: A Naturalist's Life of New York

“When the wind stops, kite falls but bird flies; because bird did not borrow the wind when rising!”

Fall Wind Bird Rising Kites

Author:Mehmet Murat Ildan

“May you find in the nectar of life, the sweetness of hope in your heart, feel the comfort of song birds in your soul, the grace of new wind in your wings. Color you sprirt with rainbows and shower gold dust in your hair. Time heals. Life renews. Dreams take flight agian. close you eyes and drink it all in.”

Feels Heart May Soul Dream Eye Song Grace Color Wind Hair Drink Comfort Bird Gold Wings Heal Flight Dust Your Soul Rainbow Showers Sweetness Nectar Time Heals Gold Dust

Author:Laurel Burch

“If an apple blossom or a ripe apple could tell its own story, it would be, still more than its own, the story of the sunshine that smiled upon it, of the winds that whispered to it, of the birds that sang around it, of the storms that visited it, and of the motherly tree that held it and fed it until its petals were unfolded and its form developed.”

Ifs Stills Stories Would Be Form Tree Wind Bird Storm Apples Sunshine Feds Ripe Petals Motherly

Book:A New England girlhood

Source: A New England girlhood

“Did you ever, in that wonderland wilderness of adolesence [sic] ever, quite unexpectedly, see something, a dusk sky, a wild bird, a landscape, so exquisite terror touched you at the bone? And you are afraid, terribly afraid the smallest movement, a leaf, say, turning in the wind, will shatter all? That is, I think, the way love is, or should be: one lives in beautiful terror.”

Thinking Way Should Beautiful Love Is Sky Movement Wind Bird Terror Bones Landscape Touched Wilderness Smallest Leafs Exquisite Dusk Wonderland Wild Birds

Author:Truman Capote

“Mineral cactai, quicksilver lizards in the adobe walls, the bird that punctures space, thirst, tedium, clouds of dust, impalpable epiphanies of wind. The pines taught me to talk to myself. In that garden I learnedto send myself off. Later there were no gardens.”

Space Taught Wind Wall Bird Garden Clouds Dust Thirst Epiphany Minerals Lizards Tedium Puncture

Book:A Draft of Shadows, and Other Poems

Source: A Draft of Shadows, and Other Poems

“Who owns Cross Creek? The red-birds, I think, more than I, for they will have their nests even in the face of delinquent mortgages..It seems to me that the earth may be borrowed, but not bought. It may be used, but not owned. It gives itself in response to love and tending, offers its sesonal flowering and fruiting. But we are tenants and not possessors, lovers, and not masters. Cross Creek belongs to the wind and the rain, to the sun and the seasons, to the cosmic secrecy of seed, and beyond all, to time..."”

“I can see inside planes!' he yells. 'Come and look!' It's difficult climbing in a mini dress...I haul myself up even though my arms ache. I want to see inside planes too. I want to watch the wind and catch birds in my fist.”

Want Looks I Can Difficult Watches Wind Arms Bird Dresses Planes Climbing Ache Fists Haul

Author:Jenny Downham

“Strong winds buffet the sea oats and tall dune grasses, tossing sand and seabirds where it will, winding my sister's golden hair into sunlit spirals of silk until it becomes the only good memory I have of her -- the only memory I allowed myself to keep.”

Strong Memories Sea Wind Hair Bird Golden Grass Sand Tall My Sister Silk Spirals Good Memories Buffets Oats Strong Winds Golden Hair

Book:The Memory of Water

Source: The Memory of Water

“There is a place where the sidewalk ends, And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind.”

Ends Grows White Sun Streets Wind Moon Bird Flight Grass Sidewalk Crimson Peppermint

Author:Shel Silverstein

“We choose--or choose not--to be alone when we decide whom we will accept as our fellows, and whom we will reject. Thus an eremite in a mountain is in company, because the birds and coneys, the initiates whose words live in his 'forest books,' and the winds--the messengers of the Increate--are his companions. Another man, living in the midst of millions, may be alone, because there are none but enemies and victims around him.”

Men May Book Company Accepting Enemy Millions Wind Mountain Bird Fellows Victim Forests Rejects Midst Companion Another Man Messengers Initiate

Author:Gene Wolfe

“It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.”

Said Soul Song Sea Wind Months Bird Passionate Blow Parks Sunset Fog Parting November Hymns Alleys Sweeping Crimson

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“In that moment Ged understood the singing of the bird, and the language of the water falling in the basin of the fountain, and the shape of the clouds, and the beginning and end of the wind that stirred the leaves; it seemed to him that he himself was a word spoken by the sunlight.”