Bird Chirping Quotes & Sayings

Under no circumstances are you to butter your entire roll and, my God!" she cried suddenly, switching Lan's hand three times in rapid succession. "Never lick your knife!" "Ouch! Fine! Buggering fuck! Leave off with that beshitted thing!" The dead woman let out a sound like the chirping of a bird, staring at her with an indignation that was nearly horror. "Ladies," she sputtered at last. "Ladies do not say bugger or fuck!" "But beshitted's all right?" Lan asked cautiously. "No, it is not!" "You know, I may not be as mannered-up as you are, but in Norwood, it's rude to yell at the table. — R. Lee Smith

There's not some finite amount of pain inside us. Our bodies and minds just keep manufacturing more of it. (67) — Tom Perrotta

Reading a newspaper is like reading someone's letters, as opposed to a biography or a history. The writer really does not know what will happen. A novelist needs to feel what that is like. — A.S. Byatt

A duodene of bird notes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hand. Brightly the keys, all twinkling, linked, all harpsichording, called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of love's leave-taking, life's, love's morn. — James Joyce

Welcome to Tartarus, the griffin said. The first time I'd arrived in Tartarus, I'd expected them to have screechy, high-pitched bird voices, and when they spoke in their own language to one another, it did sound like birds chirping, with the occasional low growl. But when speaking in a human tongue, they copied the accent of the language and spoke in a much lower humanlike tone, which gave the slightly weird side effect of them all having British accents when they spoke English. — Steve McHugh

If my former self and my current self met for coffee, they'd get along OK, but they'd both probably walk out of the Starbucks shaking their heads and saying to themselves, "That guy is kinda delusional." — A. J. Jacobs

Arms are my ornaments, warfare my repose. — Miguel De Cervantes

It's disgusting. They melted my girl down and poured her into their mold. And this perversion is what she cooled into. I can't be near her. Can't see her, smell her, hear her voice chirping like a bird.
I tell her the same thing I've been whispering every night on the roof. I'm sorry. It's my fault. — Pam Bachorz

I'm continuing to produce and will start a new record soon, as well. — Kenneth Edmonds

But I believe good things happen everyday. I believe good things happen even when bad things happen. And I believe on a happy day like today, we can still feel a little sad. And that's life, isn't it? — Gabrielle Zevin

As for the ridiculous fear of making things below one's potential abilities ... No, there is the root of the evil. There is the hiding place of stupidity I must attack: vain mortal, you are limited by nothing ... — Eugene Delacroix

[I am] not even two bites into breakfast, and there are already nearly 25 sites that are tracking me. I have navigated to a total of four. — Gary Kovacs