Quote for Today: Annie Dillard
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, …
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, …
“Farewell,” they cried, “Wherever you fare till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!” That is the polite thing to say among eagles. “May the wind under your wings …
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But …
A bird is safe in its nest – but that is not what its wings are made for. ―Amit Ray, World Peace: The Voice of a Mountain Bird Public Domain Image …
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
…listening with absorbed attention more to her voice than to what she was saying, and thinking how like she was, flowering through her voice into beauty in the darkness, to …
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 …
Within all of us is a varying amount of space lint and star dust, the residue from our creation. Most are too busy to notice it, and it is stronger …