Phoenix Bird Quotes & Sayings

I don't think you really belong here, Aviger." Xoxarle nodded wisely, slowly.
Aviger shrugged, and did not raise his eyes. "I don't think any of us do."
"The brave belong where they decide." Some harshness entered the Idiran's voice. — Iain Banks

I'm Phoenix. The mythical bird that rises from the ashes. I've risen from fear and grief, from scandal and suffering, and from the crushing loneliness of walking with a purpose that is outside myself, but not within me. I know what's within me now, and I'm ready to fly again. — Heidi Joy Tretheway

Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,
Her ashes new-create another heir
As great in admiration as herself. — William Shakespeare

My food hero has to be Auguste Escoffier. And the villain? The man who's been most responsible for the death of food in my time is Ronald McDonald. He's always scared me, I think he's evil - he's a wolf in sheep's clothing. Him and the Hamburglar. — Arthur Potts Dawson

When nations resort to arms, the human spirit is like a bird that cannot stand to hear its own song. — Phoenix Desmond

Craziest thing that ever happened to me was being attacked by a black bird. It pecked the shit out of my head. We were at this hotel called The Phoenix in San Francisco. We were leaving to go to a show the next morning and the bird just fuckin' attacked my head. And the next day Slipknot were there, they were coming in as we were leaving, and they got attacked by birds too — Gerard Way

You cannot really shame a man who sincerely does not care what others think of him. — Mokokoma Mokhonoana

the phoenix feather in Harry's wand had come from the same bird that had supplied the core of Lord Voldemort's. — J.K. Rowling

I may have no idea what I'm talking about," I said, a little ticked off now. "But we're all a part of a minority waiting for a majority to pull their heads out of their asses. — Chris Colfer

The hawk with talent hides its talons. — Barry Eisler

Phoenix, n.
The classical prototype of the modern 'small hot bird.' — Ambrose Bierce

To believe in God is to wager everything on the person who created everything, and no mistake could ever arise out of that. — Craig D. Lounsbrough

I am not only from Appalachia; I am of Appalachia. — Linda Scott Derosier

Sometimes, like the bird that burns to ashes and then rises again renewed, the phoenix, we have to burn. — Russell Ablewhite

Professor," Harry gasped. "Your bird - I couldn't do anything - he just caught fire - — J.K. Rowling

I snapped my lips shut againt the yes that was about to come out. Could I hit Reth? Could I please, please just ht him? — Kiersten White

There was a silly damn bird called a phoenix back before Christ, every few hundred years he built a pyre and burnt himself up. He must have been the first cousin to Man. But every time he burnt himself up he sprang out of the ashes, he got himself born all over again. And it looks like we're doing the same thing, over and over, but we're got on damn thing the phoenix never had. We know the damn silly thing we just did. We know all the damn silly things we've done for a thousand years and as long as we know that and always have it around where we can see it, someday we'll stop making the goddamn funeral pyres and jumping in the middle of them. We pick up a few more people that remember every generation. — Ray Bradbury

The one term I don't like to be called is a 'vulture.' Because to me, a vulture is a kind of asset-stripper that eats dead flesh off the bones of a dead creature. Our bird should be the phoenix, the bird that reinvents itself, recreates itself from its ashes. And that's much closer to what it is that we really do. — Wilbur Ross

It's best to have failure happen early in life. It wakes up the Phoenix bird in you so you rise from the ashes. — Anne Baxter

There was a damn silly bird called a Phoenix back before Christ: every few hundred years he built a pyre and burned himself up. He must have been first cousin to Man. — Ray Bradbury

Shouldn't the commandments be re-written? No, they should be re-read! — Richard L. Evans

As long as I'm between home and the clinic I do all right. But out in the real world, I feel like prey. I slink around and can feel people looking at me. I feel their eyes boring into me. I feel what they're thinking: Watch her, she could go off anytime. But within the walls of my farmhouse, I climb out of the protective shell, my arms slowly rise like a phoenix, and I dance, wail, fly around the room and then collapse, crying, in front of my mirrors. I start to see in the mirror what it is I really look like, instead of what I was trained from the womb to see. I do not write about it. I do not talk about it. I do not know what I am doing. But just like a baby bird, I am blinking once-sealed eyes and unfolding damp wings. I cannot articulate the past. A part of me knows it's there, lurking, just behind what I can acknowledge, but it is not within sight. And I am keeping it that way. — Julie Gregory

Bird of the sky
still bound to the earth,
soaring to unimaginable heights
yet returning to perch in the willow.
Death is near, always near
and so...is life
even in the ashes.
Rise Up Phoenix.
Live. Fly. Create! — Michele Jennae

It's crucial to be able to gather enough inner strength to rise up from the ashes like the Phoenix Bird, when it's necessary. — Sahara Sanders

Out of the sea will rise Behemoth and Leviathan, and sail 'round the high-pooped galleys ... Dragons will wander about the waste places, and the phoenix will soar from her nest of fire into the air. We shall lay our hands upon the basilisk, and see the jewel in the toad's head. Champing his gilded oats, the Hippogriff will stand in our stalls, and over our heads will float the Blue Bird singing of beautiful and impossible things, of things that are lovely and that never happen, of things that are not and that should be. — Oscar Wilde

She's shown me the path to my own salvation and I am finally strong enough to walk it. — Sawyer Bennett

Everyone wants a little bit of something beautiful. — Kristin Cashore

By a lie a man throws away and as it were annihilates his dignity as a man — Immanuel Kant