Best seasons & bird Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“Some say that ever 'gainst the season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor wi”

Long Spirit Night Walks Planets Birth Bird Seasons Strikes Fairy All Night Saviour Larks

Author:William Shakespeare

“In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part. To sleep for a season and hear no word Of true love's truth or of light love's art, Only the song of a secret bird.”

World Art Dream Light Song Sleep Secret Bird Seasons Chosen

Book:Selected Verse

Source: Selected Verse

“The saddest birds a season find to sing,The roughest storm a calm may soon allay;Thus with succeeding turns God tempereth all,That men may hope to rise yet fear to fall.”

Men May Turns Fall Succeed Bird Seasons Calm Storm Saddest

Book:The Poetical Works of the Rev. Robert Southwell

Source: The Poetical Works of the Rev. Robert Southwell

“All birds during the pairing season become more or less sentimental, and murmur soft nothings in a tone very unlike the grinding-organ repetition and loudness of their habitual song. The crow is very comical as a lover; and to hear him trying to soften his croak to the proper Saint-Preux standard has something the effect of a Mississippi boatman quoting Tennyson.”

Trying Song Effects Lovers Standards Bird Seasons Saint Tone Organs Repetition Sentimental Crow Mississippi Habitual Comical Quoting Tennyson

Book:Delphi Complete Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell (Illustrated)

“Come, evening, once again, season of peace; Return, sweet evening, and continue long! Methinks I see thee in the streaky west, With matron step, slow moving, while the night Treads on thy sweeping train; one hand employ'd In letting fall the curtain of repose On bird and beast, the other charged for man With sweet oblivion of the cares of day.”

Source: Poems ... With an introductory essay by James Montgomery. [With plates.]

“Witches try to 'connect' with the world around them. Witchcraft, they say, is about the tactile, intuitive understanding of the turn of the seasons, the song of the birds; it is the awareness of all things as holy.”

World Trying Song Turns Understanding Nature Awareness Holy Bird All Things Seasons Oneness Holiness Witch Intuitive Witchcraft Tactile

Author:Tanya Luhrmann

“Some sins have no season. We are as likely to be angry in November as to lose our rag in March ... There is, though, something autumnal about greed, apple-cheeked and wheat-crowned, purpled knee-high in grapes; something summery in sloth, as the hammock creaks in the fly-drowsy heat; and more than a tickle of spring in lust, as birds pair and the sap rises. Among these, ingratitude is winter, the worst of seasons.”

Loses Sin Worst Gratitude Spring Bird Seasons Angry Winter Greed Lust Knees Heat Apples Pairs March Grapes November Wheat Sloth Rags Sap Ingratitude Drowsy Hammocks

Author:Ann Wroe

“Happy indeed is the naturalist: to him the seasons come round like old friends; to him the birds sing: as he walks along, the flowers stretch out from the hedges, or look up from the ground, and as each year fades away, he looks back on a fresh store of happy memories.”

Years Looks Memories Walks Flower Bird Seasons Rounds Stores Look Up Fades Old Friends Fade Away Naturalist Happy Memories

Book:The beauties of nature and the wonders of the world we live in

Source: The beauties of nature and the wonders of the world we live in

“New York is part of the natural world. I love the city, I love the country, and for the same reasons. The city is part of the country. When I had an apartment on East Forty-Eighth Street, my backyard during the migratory season yielded more birds than I ever saw in Maine.”

World Country Reason Natural Cities Saws Streets New York Bird Seasons East Forty Apartment Natural World Backyards Maine

Author:E. B. White

“Fall is my favorite season in Los Angeles, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees.”

Fall Fun Change Tree Color Bird Seasons My Favorite Autumn Los Angeles Pollution Fall Autumn Fall Season Autumn Season Autumn Days Bird Watching Autumnal Equinox

Author:David Letterman

“Yes sir, I am a tortured man for all seasons, as they say, and I have powerful friends in high places. Birds sing where I walk, and children smile when they see me coming.”

Men Children Walks Powerful Bird Seasons High Places Powerful Friends

Book:Hey Rube: Blood Sport, the Bush Doctrine, and the Downward Spiral of Dumbness

Source: Hey Rube: Blood Sport, the Bush Doctrine, and the Downward Spiral of Dumbness

“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..."”

“Picture a tall, dark figure, surrounded by cornfields... NO, YOU CAN'T RIDE A CAT. WHO EVER HEARD OF THE DEATH OF RATS RIDING A CAT? THE DEATH OF RATS WOULD RIDE SOME KIND OF DOG. Picture more fields, a great horizon-spanning network of fields, rolling in gentle waves... DON'T ASK ME I DON'T KNOW. SOME KIND OF TERRIER, MAYBE. ...fields of corn, alive, whispering in the breeze... RIGHT, AND THE DEATH OF FLEAS CAN RIDE IT TOO. THAT WAY YOU KILL TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE. ...awaiting the clockwork of the seasons. METAPHORICALLY.”

Knows Way Kind Two Asks Dark Alive Heard Dog Figures Fields Bird Stones Cat Seasons Wave Ask Me Gentle Tall Horizon Riding Rolling Rats Breeze Corn Whispering Fleas Clockwork Terriers Two Birds

Author:Terry Pratchett

“I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer -- and what trees and seasons smelled like -- how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich.”

People May Remember Names Memories Secret Rich Tree Childhood Flower Summer Bird Seasons Grass Odor Toads

Book:East of Eden

Source: East of Eden

“A day, a livelong day, is not one thing but many. It changes not only in growing light toward zenith and decline again, but in texture and mood, in tone and meaning, warped by a thousand factors of season, of heat or cold, of still or multi winds, torqued by odors, tastes, and the fabrics of ice or grass, of bud or leaf or black-drawn naked limbs. And as a day changes so do its subjects, bugs and birds, cates, dogs, butterflies and people.”

Source: The Winter of our Discontent

“I walk through the seasons and always the birds are singing and screaming and keening for love When you're with me it seems so absurd that I should be jealous of the jay and the dove.”

Should Seems Walks Singing Bird Seasons Absurd Jealous Dove Being Jealous

Book:Linger

Source: Linger

“Can you see air you breathe? Can you see the force that moves the tides or changes the seasons or sends the birds to a winter haven?" Her eyes welled. "Can Rome with all its knowledge be so foolish? Oh Marcus, you can't carve God in stone. You can't limit him to a temple. You can't imprison him on a mountaintop. Heaven is his throne; earth, his footstool. Everything you see is his. Empires will rise and empires will fall. Only God prevails.”

Eye Earth Moving Fall Force Heaven Air Havens Limits Bird Stones Seasons Winter Breathe Foolish Temples Empires Rome Tides Thrones Her Eyes

Book:Mark of the Lion Gift Collection: Gift Collection

Source: Mark of the Lion Gift Collection: Gift Collection

“Tell them you came, and saw, and looked into my eyes and saw the shadow of the guard receding. Thoughts in time and out of season, the hitchinker stood by the side of the road and levelled his thumb in the calm calculus of reason. [...] Why does my mind circle around you? Why do planets wonder what it would be like to be you? All your soft wild promises were words, birds, endlessly in flight.”

Mind Doe Reason Would Be Eye Sides Wonder Saws Planets Promise Bird Shadow Seasons Calm Circles Flight Reason Why Be You Thumbs Calculus

Author:Jim Morrison

“I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome from another part Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing; And I have loved you all too long and well To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring. Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes, I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums, That you may hail anew the bird and rose When I come back to you, as summer comes. Else will you seek, at some not distant time, Even your summer in another clime.”

Knows Years Wells Heart May Long Stills Gone Wise Four Mines Sweet Summer Spring Bird Seasons Weight Sells Rose Silent Fruit Dear Noble Mood Stealing Golden Welcome Breasts Gracious Hail Four Seasons

Book:Millay: Poems

Source: Millay: Poems

“And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing through a faint skin of dust, would stand the dandelion wine. Peer through it at the wintry day - the snow melted to grass, the trees were reinhabitated with bird, leaf, and blossoms like a continent of butterflies breathing on the wind. And peering through, color sky from iron to blue. Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in”

Source: Dandelion Wine

“How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within if only we would listen to it, that tells us certainly when to go forth into the unknown.”

Ifs Knows Humans Moving Death Women Voice Sun Bird Seasons Moving On Geese Migrants Time To Move On Just Move On

Author:Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

“Natural history is a matter of observation; it is a harvest which you gather when and where you find it growing. Birds and squirrels and flowers are not always in season, but philosophy we have always with us. It is a crop which we can grow and reap at all times and in all places and it has its own value and brings its own satisfaction.”

Matter Philosophy Science Values Grows Natural Growing Flower Bird Seasons Satisfaction Observation All Time Harvest Crops Reap Squirrels Natural History

Book:Under the Apple-Trees

Source: Under the Apple-Trees

“Meditate, oft. Separate thyself for a season from the cares of the world. Get close to nature and learn from the lowliest of that which manifests in nature, in the earth; in the birds, in the trees, in the grass, in the flowers, in the bees; that the life of each is a manifesting, is a song of glory to its Maker. And do thou likewise!”

World Care Earth Song Meditation Tree Flower Glory Bird Seasons Grass Makers Manifest Bees Thyself

Author:Edgar Cayce

“The Old Religion, as we call it, is closer in spirit to Native American traditions or to shamanism of the Arctic. It is not based on dogma or a set of beliefs, nor on scriptures or a sacred book revealed by a great man. Witchcraft takes it's teachings from nature, and reads inspiration in the movements of the sun, moon, and stars, the flight of birds, the slow growth of trees, and the cycles of the seasons.”

“Blue is the insides of something mysterious and lonely. I'd look at fish and birds, thinking the sky and water colored them. The first abyss is blue. An artist must go beyond the mercy of satin or water-from a gutty hue to that which is close to royal purple. All seasons and blossoms inbetween. Lavender. Theatrical and outrageous electric. Almost gray. True and false blue. Water and oil. The gas jet breathing in oblivion. The unstruck match. The blue of absence. The blue of deep presence. The insides of something perfect.”

“In order to have good fried chicken, you should wash and season the bird the morning you're preparing it for dinner. Don't wait and do it right before you start cooking. Throw it in the refrigerator, seasoned, that morning, and give it a chance to soak up all the salt and pepper and goodness.”

Giving Should Order Waiting Chance Morning Goodness Bird Seasons Cooking Dinner Chickens Salt Preparing Refrigerators Peppers Fried Chicken Give It A Chance Salt And Pepper

Author:Paula Deen

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