Birds
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
The more often we see the things around us — even the beautiful and wonderful things — the more they become invisible to us. That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world: the flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds — even those we love. Because we see things so often, we see them less and less.
Use those talents you have. You will make it. You will give joy to the world. Take this tip from nature: The woods would be a very silent place if no birds sang except those who sang best.
One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.
Pigeon racing is a lousy, greedy, and often unlawful activity. One thing that it is not is kind to birds.
It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds.
I can find God in nature, in animals, in birds and the environment.
No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.
There have been as many varieties of socialists as there are wild birds that fly in the woods and sometimes go up and on through the clouds.
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