#sparrow

I get a lot of mail from men who really identify with Stuart, you know, Sparrow's boyfriend. I love that. Even though I used to say I wanted men to read the strip even though there weren't any men in it, so they'd be forced to identify with the women. ↗

— Alison Bechdel

#boyfriend #even #forced #get #i

Happy is the person who not only sings, but feels God's eye is on the sparrow, and knows He watches over me. To be simply ensconced in God is true joy. ↗

— Alfred A. Montapert

#feels #god #happy #joy #knows

The League is very well when sparrows shout, but no good at all when eagles fall out. ↗

— Benito Mussolini

#fall #good #league #out #shout

I am only a sparrow amongst a great flock of sparrows. ↗

— Evita Peron

#amongst #flock #great #i #i am

Bullshit is as common as lame poetry and more unavoidable than those armed men who are there to protect you from Bullshit like this is straight from the lab and god loves you and the government doesn't want war and it's the best movie since Repo Man and if i stopped drinking the world might end anyway and breathanarianism and immortality for anything besides Bullshit that's as common as murder and jailhouse tattoos selling bunk drugs in paint chip hotels where a cigarette burn on the mattress tells you more about death than a splatter movie festival. ↗

— Sparrow

#brash #bullshit #colloquial #liars #sparrow-

Before the sparrow arrived, you had almost stopped thinking about flight. Then, last winter, it soared through the sky and landed in front of you, or more precisely on the windowsill of the covered balcony adjoining your bedroom. You knew the grimy window panes were caked with dead ants and dust, and smelt as sour as the curtains. But the sparrow wasn’t put off. It jumped inside the covered balcony and ruffled its feathers, releasing a sweet smell of tree bark into the air. Then it flew into your bedroom, landed on your chest and stayed there like a cold egg. ↗

— Ma Jian

#sparrow #spirit #freedom

The moment a little boy is concerned with which is a jay and which is a sparrow, he can no longer see the birds or hear them sing. ↗

— Eric Berne

#birds #boy #concerned #hear #jay

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. ↗

— Jean Ingelow

#build #cries #forth #leaves #old

The sparrow that is twittering on the edge of my balcony is calling up to me this moment a world of memories that reach over half my lifetime, and a world of hope that stretches farther than any flight of sparrows. ↗

— Donald G. Mitchell

#balcony #calling #edge #farther #flight