Quote for Today: Jeanette Winterson
I dream of flight, not to be as the angels are, but to rise above the smallness of it all. The smallness that I am. Against the daily death the …
I dream of flight, not to be as the angels are, but to rise above the smallness of it all. The smallness that I am. Against the daily death the …
There is nothing else in magic but the wild thought of the bird as it casts itself into the void. There is no creature upon the earth with such potential …
I am a rainworm, buried deep Among the oozing, slimy things, Yet of an eagle’s nest I dream, And eagle’s wings. —Isaac Leib Peretz, “I am a rainworm”, translated by J. Robbins …
Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return. ― John …
If I cannot fly… Let me sing. —Stephen Sondheim, “Green Finch and Linnet Bird” from Sweeney Todd Image: Bird in cage/ Fisheye © Aleera with CCLicense
We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths, and so we ate them. We wanted …
The mockingbird took a single step into the air and dropped. His wings were still folded against his sides as though he were singing from a limb and not falling, …
And for us, setting out over unknown country, there would be those austere and breath-taking moments when, looking down on inaccessible territory, one realizes that no one has seen that …
Lean forward into your life… catch the best bits and the finest wind. Just tip your feathers in flight a wee bit and see how dramatically that small lean …
“They are angry with me, because I know what I am.” Said the little eagle. “How do you know that they are angry with you?” “Because, they despise me for …
