Inspirational Bird Quotes & Sayings

I know why the caged bird sings. — Maya Angelou

If you become a singing bird, I will be the listening sky so that I will never miss your song. — Debasish Mridha

Silence, daughter. Stay alive. — Amy Harmon

It's not the early bird that gets the worm, it's the one who knows to go outside after a rainstorm. — James Schannep

I'm only asking you to stop every so often and turn off your mobile device, put down the Angry Birds and the Words with Friends and take a moment. Stop to look up and look around. Pause and check in with yourself - and spend a moment there. — Maria Shriver

But now Jay's mind was so full of other things that he could no longer hear the bird's song. — Ilchi Lee

The bird sketch holds my attention. I never intended to get pierced or tattooed when I came here. I know that if I do, it will place another wedge between me and my family that I can never remove. And if my life here continues as it has been, it may soon be the least of the wedges between us.
But I understand now what Tori said about her tattoo representing a fear she overcame - a reminder of where she was, as well as a reminder of where she is now. Maybe there is a way to honor my old life as I embrace my new one. — Veronica Roth

That knowledge humbles me, melts my bones, closes my ears, and makes my teeth rock loosely in their gums. And it also liberates me. I am a big bird winging over high mountains, down into serene valleys. I am ripples of waves on silver seas. I'm a spring leaf trembling in anticipation. — Maya Angelou

A bird cannot fly with broken wings. Your heart cannot love without learning to heal. — Kemi Sogunle

Suddenly, over the slope, as if tethered to a cord of air drawing quickly upward, came a Northern Harrier, motionless but for its rising. So still was the bird - wings, tail, head - it might have been a museum specimen. Then, as if atop the wind, it slid down the ridge, tilted a few times, veered, tacked up the hill, its wings hardly shifting. I though, if I could be that hawk for one hour I'd never again be just a man. — William Least Heat-Moon

When you smile, a bird finds her wings to fly. — Debasish Mridha

True love does not put a person in a cage like a bird. It gives true freedom to soar. — Debasish Mridha

One headline read: 'West Ham supporters set light to a yacht.' Now, if that boat was a yacht, then it probably only needed two paddles to row it. But if the headlines were exaggerated, the events of that night weren't. Some nasty things happened that night. It was inevitable when you had a thousand young men down for a football match with nowhere to stay and nowhere open. [...] It was well into the wee hours before we at last found somewhere to crash out. We met a bird and bloke who were local, and for some unknown reason they offered us the use of their flat on the seafront. Needless to say, we showed our appreciation of their generosity by guzzling the spirits cabinet dry and trashing the flat. The bloke was so pissed he was half joining in while the bird, who we all thought was a bit odd, was going mental. In fact, she was like a fucking animal.

- Jimmy Smith — Cass Pennant

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, unless it is the burning bush, in that case the value of your bird just went up!! — Neil Leckman

Do not worry Little Bird, remember we are Simulacrum, and Simulacrum are never alone, for we know the end of the story. — Julia J. Gibbs

Be like a tree, bloom like a flower, sing like a bird, and dance like a peacock. — Debasish Mridha

Like a bird with broken wing
that has traveled through wind for years ...
I sleep and my heart stays awake ... — Giorgos Seferis

We all leave something behind us. A bird in flight will lose a snow-white feather, and flowers in the hedgerows will drop their petals. And people? We leave memories. Footprints in the dust and fingerprints on everything we've touched, warmth in every hand we've held. We become stories that are spoken of, for always. And in this way, we carry on. — Susan E. Fletcher

When I try to write in English, I feel like a bird without wings still trying to fly. — Debasish Mridha

If you hold a bird too tightly, you'll crush its wings — V.C. Andrews

Moments left, thought Teddy. A handful of heartbeats. That was what life was. A heartbeat followed by a heartbeat. A breath followed by a breath. One moment followed by another moment and then there was a last moment. Life was as fragile as a bird;s heartbeat, fleeting as the bluebells in the wood. It didn't matter, he realized, he didn't mind, he was going where millions had gone before and where millions would follow after. He shared his fate with the many. And now. This moment. This moment was infinite. He was part of the infinite. The tree and the rock and the water. The rising of the sun and the running of the deer. Now. — Kate Atkinson

A baby is born like a bird ready to soar from the mother's lap. The nets of societal rules and regulations puts him in a cage from which he can never escape to create his own new world. — Debasish Mridha

In the under-wood and the over-wood there is murmur and trill this day, For every bird is in lyric mood, And the wind will have its way. — Clinton Scollard

The bird is powered by its own life and by its motivation. — A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

The bookworm catches the early bird! — A.J. DeJong

The shell must break before the bird can fly. — Alfred Tennyson

Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark. — Rabindranath Tagore

Hope is the little bird that continues to sing the songs of possibilities in your heart when everything else says to give up. — Debasish Mridha

Jay replied to the bird, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, my little bird. I'm sorry for leaving you alone. I'm sorry for hiding you away. Only now do I realize how much I've missed you. — Ilchi Lee

Life is like a beautiful bird that comes to your hand.If you let it go,it will fly into the sky,never to return.-RVM — R.v.m.

A bird is safe in its nest - but that is not what its wings are made for. — Amit Ray

Now you may hear songs of kindness
From every singing bird
And from every dancing heart
Let kindness be the part of your being — Debasish Mridha

Don't just follow the herd. Be like a bird. Open your wings and fly high in the sky!-RVM — R.v.m.

A bird is safe when it's closed in a cage, but it isn't living. It isn't flying. You have beautiful wings desperate to stretch out and catch the wind. Don't. Let. Anyone. Stop you."
"And what happens," I whisper, "when I fall?"
"Then you have someone waiting to catch you. That's the right kind of safe. — Rachel Morgan

Loss invites reflection and reformulating and a change of strategies. Loss hurts and bleeds and aches. Loss is always ready to call out your name in the night. Loss follows you home and taunts you at the breakfast table, follows you to work in the morning. You have to make accommodations and broker deals to soften the rabbit punches that loss brings to your daily life. You have to take the word "loser" and add it to your resume and walk around with it on your name tag as it hand-feeds you your own shit in dosages too large for even great beasts to swallow. The word "loser" follows you, bird-dogs you, sniffs you out of whatever fields you hide in because you have to face things clearly and you cannot turn away from what is true. — Pat Conroy

I don't ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful. — Pete Hamill

Here you play in the street, little chicken. Some day an automobile will run over you; and if it kills you, that will be the best thing that can happen. It may only break your leg or your wing. Then all of your life you will drag along in misery. Life is too hard for you, little bird. — John Steinbeck

When I was young, I never wanted to leave the court until I got things exactly correct. My dream was to become a pro. — Larry Bird

It is wonderful to be in on the creation of something, see it used, and then walk away and smile at it. — Lady Bird Johnson

If I were a pattern, I would be the pattern of paint that a bird would make if you dipped a bird's wings in watercolour and then set the bird loose inside a paper lantern. I'm pretty sure that's it! — C. JoyBell C.

Just take it bird by bird — Anne Lamott

I keep thinking about a tale my nurse used to read to me about a bird whose wings are pinned to the ground. In the end, when he finally frees himself, he flies so high he becomes a star. My nurse said the story was about how we all have something that keeps us down. — Shannon Hale

Peace is a beautiful flower of love, harmony and joy
Peace is a dancing bird, a joyful smile of a poor boy
Peace is a little child's innocent smile and loving kiss
For a war torn mother, peace is a divine bliss.
Peace starts with a heart that is caring
Peace starts with a smile that is loving
Peace starts with power of love not with love of power
Peace starts with a desire to bloom like a flower. — Debasish Mridha

The land is sacred. These words are at the core of your being. The land is our mother, the rivers our blood. Take our land away and we die. That is, the Indian in us dies. — Mary Brave Bird

You've got to believe in yourself, or no one will believe in you. Imagination is like a bird on the wing, flying free for you to use. — Ozzy Osbourne

Hope is a bird that sings the songs of possibilities from the deepness of the heart. — Debasish Mridha

Faith is a bird that sings songs of the heart. — Debasish Mridha

Maya Angelou entered our lives at Virago in 1984, when we first published I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. "Entered our lives" is too tame. She danced, sang, and laughed her way straight into our hearts. She brought us a best-seller, but more than that, she brought us a reminder that the human need for dignity and recognition is a gift easily given to one another, but also frighteningly easy to withhold. — Lennie Goodings

Don't try to change the world; just change yourself. Why? Because the whole world is only relative to the eyes that are looking at it. Your world actually only exists for as long as you exist and with the death of you, includes the death of your world. Therefore, if there is no peace in your heart; you will find no peace in this world, if there is no happiness in your life; you will find no happiness anywhere around you, if you have no love in your heart; you will not find love anywhere and if you do not fly around freely inside your own soul like a bird with perfectly formed wings; then there will never be any freedom for you regardless if you are on a mountaintop removed from all attachments to all of mankind! Even the mountaintop cannot give you freedom if it is not already flying around there inside your own soul! So I say, change yourself. Not the world. — C. JoyBell C.

Like a bird, fly against the wind of opinions to reach your destination. — Debasish Mridha

The Soul bird sang:
My beloved Jay, Look into my eyes.
Look deeply, and you will remember hope.
You will remember the power of your mind,
The great power, big as the sky, that makes all things possible.
Look straight into my eyes.
I can restore to you the hope you've lost.
I can enable restore to you the hope you've lost.
I can enable you to meet your infinite, eternal min.
That is what I can do for you.
I am your soul.
I, who restore your lost hope, am your soul. — Ilchi Lee

A heart is a bird which can only hear the song of kindness and love. — Debasish Mridha

I who am blind can give one hint to those who see: Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind. And the same method can be applied to the other senses. Hear the music of voices, the song of a bird, the mighty strains of an orchestra, as if you would be stricken deaf tomorrow. Touch each object as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail. Smell the perfume of flowers, taste with relish each morsel, as if tomorrow you could never smell and taste again. make the most of every sense; glory in the beauty which the world in all the facets of pleasure reveals to you through the several means of contact which Nature provides. But of all the senses, I am sure that sight is the most delightful. — Helen Keller

The bird sings as if to say that delight is easy, for those who desire it — Philippa Gregory

Be Drunken, Always. That is the point; nothing else matters. If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time weigh you down and crush you to the earth, be drunken continually.
Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry or with virtue, as you please. But be drunken.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace, or on the green grass in a ditch, or in the dreary solitude of your own room, you should awaken and find the drunkenness half or entirely gone, ask of the wind, of the wave, of the star, of the bird, of the clock, of all that flies, of all that speaks, ask what hour it is; and wind, wave, star, bird, or clock will answer you: It is the hour to be drunken! Be Drunken, if you would not be the martyred slaves of Time; be drunken continually! With wine, with poetry or with virtue, as you please. — Charles Baudelaire

Step up and move ahead, life is all about moving on and traveling all along like a bird. — Santosh Kalwar

People come back from flights and tell you a story like it's a horror story. That's how bad they make it sound. They're like, 'It was the worst day of my life. We didn't board for 20 minutes and they made us sit there on the runway for 40 minutes.' Oh really? What happened next? Did you fly in the air, incredibly, like a bird? Did you partake in the miracle of human flight you non-contributing zero?' — Louis C.K.

Jonathan Livingston Seagull ... was no ordinary bird. Most gulls don't bother
to learn more than the simplest facts of flight how to get from shore to food and back again. For most gulls, it is not flying that matters, but eating. For this
gull, though, it was not eating that mattered, but flight. More than anything else,
Jonathan Livingston Seagull loved to fly. — Richard Bach

Alone, I relished the bird songs, the drone of hushed conversation from neighboring tables, and the gentle lapping of waves sliding on the shore.

I didn't feel the passage of time. There was no destination propelling me forward, no past and no future. Each glorious moment was replaced by the next. — Marilyn Berman

Love makes intellectual pretzels of us all. — Sarah Bird

I feel very strongly about putting questions; it partakes too much of the style of the day of judgement. You start a question, and it's like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, starting others; and presently some bland old bird (the last you would have thought of) is knocked on the head in his own back garden, and the family have to change their name. No, sir, I make it a rule of mine: the more it looks like Queer Street, the less I ask. — Robert Louis Stevenson

Happiness is like a bird. If it chooses
to sit on your roof, you cannot capture it and put it in a cage. — Farin Powell

Life is an extraordinary gift some people appear not to appreciate. In every breath and scent, every touch and sight we are gifted by new experience and the chance to feel the richness of experience. Every sound we hear, from the song of a bird to the harshness of an angry voice, is a miracle. — Mohammed Bin Rashid Al Maktoum

A traveler without knowledge is a bird without wings. — Saadi

Schoolteachers teach what they and others know. Forest teachers - bear, wolf, lynx, beaver, bird, every flower and tree - teach us how to live, love, and grow. — Frederic M. Perrin

A soul can finally fly free as a bird only after its energy is lighter and has been purified. — Ilchi Lee

A friend is a bird who can sing along with the songs of your heart. — Debasish Mridha

There are no coincidences", Silette wrote. "Only mysteries that haven't been solved, clues that haven't been placed. Most are blind to the language of the bird overheard, the leaf in our path, the phonographic record stuck in a groove, the unknown caller on the phone. They don't see the omens. They don't know how to read the signs.
To them life is like a book with blank pages. But to the detective, it is an illuminated manuscript of mysteries. — Sara Gran

The bird of paradise alights only upon the hand that does not grasp. — John Berry

Like a bud is born with the knowing that it will flower when the season comes, like a bird is born with the principles of flight that take over when it spreads its wings to fly, the human body-mind-soul, is born with the capacity to heal itself, long before it is taught ... to forget. — Sanjiv Ranjan

As women, we are always taught never to let a man know of our affections towards him, lest he laugh, run away, or think that we are psycho. But what if that's not true? Have you ever stopped to think that? What if it's like there's a beautiful little bird in our hearts and we're too afraid to let anyone see it in there? What's wrong with letting anyone know that there's a bird in your chest? Maybe there are lots of wrong ones, but maybe there's one that's just for you - the one who won't laugh or run away when he sees that little bird. After all, it's just a pretty bird! — C. JoyBell C.

Like a bird, my thoughts were flying away so I became a writer to cage my thoughts with paper and pen. You should not call me a writer but rather a catcher of thoughts. — Debasish Mridha

Just as you cannot stop a bird from flying over your head, in the same way you cannot stop the devil from dropping ideas into your mind. However, in the same way that you can stop a bird from building a nest on your head, you can stop the Enemy's suggestions from wandering without restriction and taking root in your mind. — Pedro Okoro

Learn to adapt like a bird. We can only dream of flying but the bird has already grown her wings. — Debasish Mridha

If you buy an egg thinking it's a goose's egg, and when it hatches it is actually a bird of paradise; no manner of convincing and reproach will turn the bird of paradise into a goose. Even if you make it go to goose church and goose school and eat goose feeds and only hang out with geese! In the end, it will still belong to paradise. — C. JoyBell C.

I tend the mobile now
like an injured bird

We text, text, text
our significant words.

I re-read your first,
your second, your third,

look for your small xx,
feeling absurd.

The codes we send
arrive with a broken chord.

I try to picture your hands,
their image is blurred.

Nothing my thumbs press
will ever be heard.


"Text — Carol Ann Duffy

Jane, be still; don't struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation."
"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you. — Charlotte Bronte

A friend is a bird who can understand you and sing along with you even when you lose your voice. — Debasish Mridha

For much longer, he could have stayed with Kamaswami, made money, wasted money, filled his stomach, and let his soul die of thirst; for much longer he could have lived in this soft, well upholstered hell, if this had not happened: the moment of complete hopelessness and despair, that most extreme moment, when he hang over the rushing waters and was ready to destroy himself. That he had felt this despair, this deep disgust, and that he had not succumbed to it, that the bird, the joyful source and voice in him was still alive after all, this was why he felt joy, this was why he laughed, this was why his face was smiling brightly under his hair which had turned gray. — Hermann Hesse

When she was living one of her fantasies she felt like a bird, the freedom of its wings letting her soar without earthly boundaries, enabling her to look on to her vividly imagined scenes from a great height. — Wendy Anne Gibbins-Lekkou

Thrown rocks can only hit a bird who is soaring lower than it is capable of. — C. Fulsty

My homeland has many palm-trees
and the thrush-song fills its air;
no bird here can sing as well
as the birds sing over there.

We have fields more full of flowers
and a starrier sky above,
we have woods more full of life
and a life more full of love.

Lonely night-time meditations
please me more when I am there;
my homeland has many palm-trees
and the thrush-song fills its air.

Such delights as my land offers
Are not found here nor elsewhere;
lonely night-time meditations
please me more when I am there;
My homeland has many palm-trees
and the thrush-song fills its air.

Don't allow me, God, to die
without getting back to where
I belong, without enjoying
the delights found only there,
without seeing all those palm-trees,
hearing thrush-songs fill the air. — Goncalves Dias

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance — E. E. Cummings

You see the bird and you see its flight.
You can not see through its eyes. Therefore, you don't know its plight. — Amaka Imani Nkosazana

Uh, listen here mister. We got no way understandin' this world. We got about as much sense of it as bird flyin' in the sky. There's a lot that bird don't know, though it don't change the fact the world is happenin' to him all the same. What I'm tryin' to say is, is that the course of your life it is changing, you don't even see it ... — Forrest Bondurant

Having dreams without enthusiasm is like a bird living in a cage. — Debasish Mridha

I may never fly - in the bird sort of way. But I do have wings. — Jacqueline Simon Gunn

A bird who wants to fly high will never frighten of sky — Kjiva

A feather when viewed separately may seem like only a feather,
But when seen through the eyes of truth it is a sacred instrument that lifts a bird in flight. — Molly Friedenfeld

The motions of her mind were as incalculable as the flit of a bird in the branches — Edith Wharton

What would you do if you could fly?" Mrs. V asks as she glances from the bird to me.
"Is that on the quiz?" I ask, grinning as I type.
"I think we've studied just about everything else." Mrs. V chuckles.
"I'd be scared to let go," I type.
"Afraid you'd fall?" she asks.
"No. Afraid it would feel so good, I'd just fly away. — Sharon M. Draper

If God is the Creator, if God englobes every single thing in the universe, then God is everything, and everything is God. God is the earth and the sky, and the tree planted in the earth under the sky, and the bird in the tree, and the worm in the beak of the bird, and the dirt in the stomach of the worm. God is He and She, straight and gay, black and white and red - yes even that ... and green and blue and all the rest. And so, to despise me for loving women or you for being a Red who made love with a woman, would be to despise not only His own creations but also to hate Himself. My God is not so stupid as that. — Hillary Jordan

True Courage is when you are afraid of something but go through with it anyway — Victor Castelo

Fear is a bird that refuses to fly, and each time she neglects to use her wings, she consents to the slow death of her destiny. — Nadia Janice Brown

A bird & a fish can fall in love, but where do they make a home? — Dolly Parton

As a bird has the right to sing, so shall every human being have the right to think and express thoughts. — Debasish Mridha

Where flowers bloom so does hope. — Lady Bird Johnson