John Keats Quotes

I used to think a bird couldn't fly if its wings got wet.

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

Flight without feathers is not easy.

When the moon covers the sun, we have a solar eclipse. What do you call it when birds do that?

This music that was supposed to only come from tapes like in any restaurant. Something would happened. One bird will start to do a little jazz thing, and another bird will start to answer.

I would love to be more specific, but really, any type of bird is the funniest animal. They have to move awkwardly when walking. They have beady eyes; they are very suspicious. They can't do anything right. They have no hands, which is inherently funny.

If you direct your attention to the position of a bird with regard to the wave surface, it will speedily be noticed to be nearly always on the rising side or face of the wave and moving apparently at right angles to the wave's course, but really diagonal to it.

A kestrel can and does hover in the dead calm of summer days, when there is not the faintest breath of wind. He will, and does, hover in the still, soft atmosphere of early autumn, when the gossamer falls in showers, coming straight down as if it were raining silk.

The varying modes of flight exhibited by our diurnal birds of prey have always been to me a subject of great interest, especially as by means of them I have found myself enabled to distinguish one species from another, to the farthest extent of my power of vision.

You may depend on it that the bunting, emberiza miliaria, does not leave this country in the winter.

We have an uncanny ability to make birds do what we want them to do. In Blood Simple there's a shot from the bumper of a car and it's going up this road and a huge flock of birds takes off at the perfect moment.

All birds are incipient or would-be songsters in the spring. I find corroborative evidence of this even in the crowing of the cock.

The birds looked upon me as nothing but a man, quite a trifling creature without wings-and they would have nothing to do with me. Were it not so I would build a small cabin for myself among their crowd of nests and pass my days counting the sea waves.

The light dove, cleaving the air in her free flight, and feeling its resistance, might imagine that its flight would be still easier in empty space.

A mockingbird... was heard to blend the songs of 32 different kinds of birds into a 10 minute performance, a virtuoso display that served no practical purpose, falling, therefore, into the realm of pure art.

It is difficult to fly without wings.

It rose slowly like a gull sensing a reckless blue fish to close to the surface, and then it dived relentlessly for the green, kicked and stopped three feet short of the flag.

The swan in the pool is singing, And up and down doth he steer, And, singing gently ever, Dips under the water clear.

Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall and falling, they're given wings.

Nonsense. Space is blue and birds fly through it.

The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his aery tour, Two birds of gayest plume before him drove.

No man had ever heard a nightingale, When once a keen-eyed naturalist was stirred To study and define -- what is a bird.

Whoever invented the word 'grace' must have seen the wing-folding of the plover.