#sparrow

They were saying, 'Keep this under your hat, but Jack Sparrow's going to die in the second movie.' I went, 'You're kidding me. The fans are going to go berserk.' ↗

— Geoffrey Rush

#die #fans #go #going #hat

Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone; He, just as you, Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be! ↗

— William Cartwright

#flatter #gone #hang #how #joy

I am certain that the Lord, who notes the fall of a sparrow, looks with compassion upon those who have been called upon to part, even temporarily, from their precious children. ↗

— Thomas S. Monson

#been #called #certain #children #compassion

And when the moment came, even then Genji would be fortunate. He would die without fear, drenched in his own heart's blood, in the embrace of a beautiful woman, and she would weep for him. What samurai could hope for more? ↗

— Takashi Matsuoka

#beauty

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

— Jean Ingelow

#build #cries #forth #leaves #old

You had to feel the swell change. You had to go with the change. He told me that. No eye is on the sparrow but he did tell me that. ↗

— Joan Didion

#did #eye #feel #go #had

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

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