Thrushes Quotes & Sayings

Turn and turn and turn again you see the what, but not the when remedy and wrong entwine and so they form a single vine — Suzanne Collins

When trying to be a famous anything behave as if you already are
Liam Leddy 22/08/13 — Liam Leddy

In a world where thrushes sing and willow trees are golden in the spring, boredom should have been included among the seven deadly sins. — Elizabeth Goudge

I have to bite my lip not to screen every foul name I know at the fire starter. What are they thinking? A fire lit just at nightfall would have been one thing. Those who battled at the Cornucopia, with their superior strength and surplus of supplies, they couldn't possibly have been near enough to spot the flames then. But now, when they've probably been combining the woods for hours looking for victims. You might as well be waving a flag and shouting, "Come and get me!"
And here I am a stone's throw from the biggest idiot in the Games. Strapped in a tree. — Suzanne Collins

The movement to abolish the death penalty needs the religious community because the heart of religion is about compassion, human rights, and the indivisible dignity of each human person made in the image of God. — Helen Prejean

Long before the stars died the birds began to sing - cool rippling doves, loud cheery starlings, the long lilting trills of warblers and thrushes. — Mike Bond

If you were in the film industry at that time, you were always picked up by directors who were much older. You were whisked about and shown things. I did work very hard though. — Diane Cilento

My feet, bare, lightly graced your face. My soul ascended to the sky, magnificent, as that of two thousand thrushes. Grounded I am by your white light. My dear Mother Earth, forgive me for intruding." - Susan Marie — Susan Marie

I can travel with music. I close my eyes, and I can travel all over the world with music. And one after another, stories come to me, and I just record them. — Bahman Ghobadi

I do not know whether there be, as a rule, more vocal expression of the sentiment of love between a man and a woman, than there is between two thrushes. They whistle and call to each other, guided by instinct rather than by reason. — Anthony Trollope

I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not reach
When all is summer there. — John Vance Cheney

I breathe in the soft, saturated exhalations of cedar trees and salmonberry bushes, fireweed and wood fern, marsh hawks and meadow voles, marten and harbor seal and blacktail deer. I breathe in the same particles of air that made songs in the throats of hermit thrushes and gave voices to humpback whales, the same particles of air that lifted the wings of bald eagles and buzzed in the flight of hummingbirds, the same particles of air that rushed over the sea in storms, whirled in high mountain snows, whistled across the poles, and whispered through lush equatorial gardens ... air that has passed continually through life on earth. I breathe it in, pass it on, share it in equal measure with billions of other living things, endlessly, infinitely. — Richard Nelson

The season developed and matured. Another year's instalment of flowers, leaves, nightingales, thrushes, finches, and such ephemeral creatures, took up their positions where only a year ago others had stood in their place when these were nothing more than germs and inorganic particles. Rays from the sunrise drew forth the buds and stretched them into long stalks, lifted up sap in noiseless streams, opened petals, and sucked out scents in invisible jets and breathings. — Thomas Hardy

Hee that hath patience hath fatt thrushes for a farthing. — George Herbert

He groped for his loafers and walked aimlessly for some time among the trees of the coppice where thrushes were singing so richly, with such sonorous force, such fluty fioriture that one could not endure the agony of consciousness, the filth of life, the loss, the loss, the loss. — Vladimir Nabokov

Fortunately, however, birds don't understand pep talks. Not even St. Francis'. Just imagine," he went on, "preaching sermons to perfectly good thrushes and goldfinches and chiff-chaffs! What presumption! Why couldn't he have kept his mouth shut and let the birds preach to him? — Aldous Huxley

He is no longer a city dweller who has even once in his life caught a ruff or seen how, on clear and cool autumn days, flocks of migrating thrushes drift over a village. Until his death he will be drawn to freedom. — Anton Chekhov

Voracious reading was like an anesthesia, numbing me to the harsh life around me. — Mark Mathabane

And you know once a man has fished, or watched the thrushes hovering in flocks over the village in the bright, cool, autumn days, he can never really be a townsman, and to the day of his death he will be drawn to the country. — Anton Chekhov

The breed is more than the pasture. As you know, the cuckoo lays her eggs in any bird's nest; it may be hatched among blackbirds or robins or thrushes, but it is always a cuckoo ... a man cannot deliver himself from his ancestors. — Amelia Barr

The thrush called strangeness into the sunset. — Georg Trakl

Things that were never together weren't meant to be fixed. — Lisa De Jong

O thrush, your song is passing sweet, But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear love and I were young. — William Morris

Please look after this bear. — Michael Bond

He took a cable which had been service on a blue-bowed ship, made one end fast to a high column in the portico, and threw the other over the round-house, high up, so that their feet would not touch the ground. As when long-winged thrushes or doves get entangled in a snare ... so the women's heads were held fast in a row, with nooses round their necks, to bring them to the most pitiable end. For a little while their feet twitched, but not for very long. — Homer

The most pathetic person in the world is some one who has sight but no vision. — Helen Keller

The human spirit lives on creativity and dies in conformity and routine. — Vilayat Inayat Khan

Fancy your having no sunshine in London yesterday! Here it was glorious, like full summer, and I sat up with the window wide open, listening to the discourse of two amorous thrushes. — Marie Corelli

God teaches those who come to him in another manner without interior speech or action. It takes place with such secrecy that the soul itself does not know it at the time, nor until it sees itself growing in discretion, and in knowledge of how to direct its own and other people's affairs prudently It also understands many things in Holy Scripture that it could not comprehend before, though it knows not whence this knowledge came. I think that God treats these people as we treat thrushes and birds that we teach; but they know they are learning. This way of learning is excellent if free from presumption and combined with faith and right reason. However, there is danger in great unrestraint, for it is hateful that a man should concern himself with what is beyond him. — Francisco De Osuna

Funny how the nature of a normal day is the first memory to fade. — Lionel Shriver

At one moment we deplore our birth and state and aspire to an ascetic exaltation; the next we are overcome by the smell of some old garden path and weep to hear the thrushes sing. — Virginia Woolf

Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever. — Anthony Doerr

Kylie turned and the spirit of the murderous woman stood beside her. 'You did this, didn't you?'
'Why would I burn up my own phone?' Derek asked. — C.C. Hunter

The more the merrier, that's what I always say. Except if it's an orgy; you've got to be picky in matter of group sex."
"Oh, I completely agree. You can never be too careful in a gang bang."
"Sometimes you end up with too much gang and not enough bang," says Nicholas.
"I've never had a taste for too much gang. I much prefer the latter," I laugh.
"Ah, we have that in common then," he replies in a low voice. — L. H. Cosway

When I bought my farm, I did not know what a bargain I had in the bluebirds, daffodils and thrushes; as little did I know what sublime mornings and sunsets I was buying. — Ralph Waldo Emerson