#bird

I would like to paint the way a bird sings. ↗

— Claude Monet

#artist #bird #paint #sing #art

Dill was off again. Beautiful things floated around in his dreamy head. He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions. He could add and subtract faster than lightning, but he preferred his own twilight world, a world where babies slept, waiting to be gathered like morning lilies. ↗

— Harper Lee

#to-kill-a-mockingbird #beauty

And if they thought her aimless, if they thought her a bit mad, let them. It meant they left her alone. Marya was not aimless, anyway. She was thinking. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#busy #dreamer #hermit #misfit #thinker

Change can be weird or even queer. But change has to happen for things to grow--for us to grow. And change isn't so bad when you're not in it alone. ↗

— P.C. Cast

#vampyres #zoey-redbird #change

He leaned back a little, not taking his arm from around me, but looking into my eyes. “You’re changing, Zoey. And I’m not sure what you’re changing into. ↗

— P.C. Cast

#change

Grandmother walked up over the bare granite and thought about birds in general. It seemed to her no other creature had the same dramatic capacity to underline and perfect events -- the shifts in the seasons and the weather, the changes that run through people themselves. p.33 ↗

— Tove Jansson

#change #change

What sets one Southern town apart from another, or from a Northern town or hamlet, or city high-rise? The answer must be the experience shared between the unknowing majority (it) and the knowing minority (you). All of childhood's unanswered questions must finally be passed back to the town and answered there. Heroes and bogey men, values and dislikes, are first encountered and labeled in that early environment. In later years they change faces, places and maybe races, tactics, intensities and goals, but beneath those penetrable masks they wear forever the stocking-capped faces of childhood. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#i-know-why-the-caged-bird-sings #innocence #learning #maya-angelou #change

For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#communication #thought #communication

…I keep looking for one more teacher, only to find that fish learn from the water and birds learn from the sky.” (p.275) ↗

— Mark Nepo

#fish #learn #sky #teacher #water

Two turtle doves will show thee Where my cold ashes lie And sadly murmuring tell thee How in tears I did die ↗

— Nikolai Gogol

#crying #dead-souls #death #doves #loneliness