Wren Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
when-she-wren-divided-up-their-clothes-wren-had-taken-anything-that-said-party-at-boys-place-leaving-house-cath-had-taken-everything-that-said-up-all-night-writing-its-okay-to-sp
the-wren-goes-tot-emily-st-john-mandel
do-you-think-wren-ever-dreams-better-house-mary-oliver
you-cannot-fly-like-eagle-with-wings-wren
he-who-shall-hurt-little-wren-shall-never-be-beloved-by-men-william-blake
you-cant-make-anything-if-youre-lost-to-yourself-youll-want-to-again-its-who-you-are-wren-grieving-is-hard-complex-takes-its-own-time-amy-mcnamara
happily-ever-after-even-just-together-ever-after-is-not-cheesy-wren-said-its-noblest-like-most-courageous-thing-two-people-can-shoot-for-rainbow-rowell
die-for-adultery-no-the-wren-goes-tot-and-the-small-gilded-fly-does-lecher-in-my-sight
for-poor-wren-the-most-diminutive-birds-will-fight-her-young-ones-in-her-nest-against-owl-william-shakespeare
fool-that-i-was-upon-my-eagles-wings-i-bore-this-wren-till-i-was-tired-with-soaring-now-he-mounts-above-me-john-dryden
how-many-more-are-there-like-you-maggie-enough-to-make-cast-cecil-b-demille-film-look-like-twoman-opera-wren-sherrilyn-kenyon
the-wren-nightingale-sound-nothing-alike-but-think-how-dull-world-would-be-without-songs-both-birdsmiss-kanagawa-kirby-larson
i-am-small-like-wren-my-hair-is-bold-like-chestnut-burr-my-eyes-like-sherry-in-glass-that-guest-leaves-emily-dickinson
the-wrenbox-problem-is-becoming-more-acute-each-year-for-wrens-now-demand-better-housing-conditions-laborsaving-devices-will-cuppy
my-maternal-grandmother-had-what-might-be-described-in-school-report-as-lively-imagination-she-told-us-that-she-was-direct-descendant-sir-christopher-wren
sometimes-frank-sighed-thinking-he-had-caught-tropic-bird-all-flame-jewel-color-when-wren-would-have-served-him-just-as-well-in-fact-much-better-margaret-mitchell
the-market-economy-needs-no-apologists-propagandists-it-can-apply-to-itself-words-sir-christopher-wrens-epitaph-in-st-pauls-if-you-seek-his-ludwig-von-mises
now-wren-has-gone-to-roost-sky-is-turnin-gold-turnin-from-past-at-last-all-ive-left-behind-ray-lamontagne
there-was-old-man-with-beard-who-said-it-is-just-as-i-feared-two-owls-hen-four-larks-wren-have-all-built-their-nests-in-my-beard
glory-glory-said-bee-hallelujah-said-flea-praise-lord-remarked-wren-at-springtime-all-is-bornagain-eric-metaxas
not-that-ive-ever-feared-fight-backed-down-from-one-wren-thats-truth-i-swear-hes-half-beta-fish-hed-fight-his-own-reflection-to-prove-point-maggie-sherrilyn-kenyon
raphael-paints-wisdom-handel-sings-it-phidias-carves-it-shakespeare-writes-it-wren-builds-it-columbus-sails-it-luther-preaches-it-washington-arms-it-watt-mechanizes-it-ralph-wald
raphael-paints-wisdom-handel-sings-it-phidias-carves-it-shakespeare-writes-it-wren-builds-it-columbus-sails-it-luther-preaches-it-washington-arms-it-ralph-waldo-emerson
i-was-sent-to-school-with-bosses-for-teachers-no-twain-only-cane-check-your-dick-you-harry-no-dickens-either-no-tom-sawyers-no-david-copperfields-only-webster-master-it-for-gramm
hairy-monkeyballs-i-hiss-dogshit-on-stick-puke-pancakes-a-head-pokes-in-wren-green-eyes-smiling-walks-over-to-my-bed-i-knew-you-were-awake-who-else-spews-such-original-captivatin
what-happened-to-cause-jail-fight-maggie-they-thought-it-would-be-fun-to-knock-around-kid-show-off-their-manhood-i-thought-it-would-be-fun-to-knock-sherrilyn-kenyon
now-wren-has-gone-to-roost-sky-is-turnin-gold-and-like-sky-my-soul-is-also-turnin-turnin-from-past-at-last-all-ive-left-behind-ray-lamontagne
Kuan Yin looks very traditional. Her hands are folded together. The thick cloth of her costume is folded perfectly, " describes Lena. "Just as in the previous session, I'm reminded of the significance of the folds. I'm having an interesting vision that I haven't thought about in many years. I see a beautiful tree where I used to go when I was a teenager. It stands majestic, atop the rolling hills behind the house where I grew up. Kuan Yin is at the tree looking very luminous. I see the bark of the tree, which looks very real, very three-dimensional. For some reason, Kuan Yin is touching the trunk of the tree. She suddenly seems very small next to me and she wants me to touch the tree. I'm not sure why. There is a tiny bird, with pretty feathers in its nest. It is about the size of a wren. I see the texture of the tree. I think it might be a birch. I'm not sure. 'Why should I touch the tree, ' I ask. She's telling me that I created the tree, that it is another realm I was able to visit because life was too painful and lonely at home.' 'You created the tree. You create your whole world with thoughts, ' assures Kuan Yin. 'Every time I try to touch the tree, Kuan Yin wants to help me touch it. There's something different about this conversation. Usually we work on something about the earth. Because we're revisiting my childhood, I get the impression Kuan Yin's trying to show me something that maybe I created in my childhood.' 'Well, do we all create our reality?' Kuan Yin asks of Lena. 'I think she's going to answer her own question, ' comments Lena, from her trance. 'Yes, you can create your reality. Once you free yourself from the negative effects of karma. I know it is sometimes difficult to differentiate between free will and karma. Focus upon your free will and your ability to create reality. I'm optimistic and hopeful you can do this.

Hope Bradford
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Some reputable scientists, even today, are not wholly satisfied with the notion that the song of birds is strictly and solely a territorial claim. It's an important point. We've been on earth all these years and we still don't know for certain why birds sing. We need someone to unlock the code to the foreign language and give us the key; we need a new Rosetta stone. Today I watched and heard a wren, a sparrow, and the mockingbird sing. My brain started to trill, why why why, what is the meaning meaning meaning? It's not that they know something we don't; we know much more than they do, and surely they don't even know why they sing. No; we have been as usual asking the wrong question. It does not matter a hoot what the mockingbird on the chimney is singing. If the mockingbird were chirping to give us the long-sought formulae for a unified field theory, the point would be only slightly less irrelevant. The real and proper question is: Why is it beautiful? The question is there since I take it as given as I have said, that beauty is something objectively performed- the tree that falls in the forest- having being externally, stumbled across, or missed, as real and present as both sides of the moon... If the lyric is simply, mine mine mine, then why the extravagance of the score? It has the liquid, intricate sound of every creek's tumble over every configuration of rock creek-bottom in the country. Beauty itself is the language to which we have no key; it is the mute cipher, the cryptogram, the uncracked, unbroken code. And it could be that for beauty there is no key, that it will never make sense in our language but only in its own, and that we need to start all over again, on a new continent, learning the strange syllables one by one.

Annie Dillard
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We are thankful to come here for rest, sir, " said Jenny. "You see, you don't know what the rest of this place is to us; does he, Lizzie? It's the quiet, and the air." "The quiet!" repeated Fledgeby, with a contemptuous turn of his head towards the City's roar. "And the air!" with a "Poof!" at the smoke. "Ah!" said Jenny. "But it's so high. And you see the clouds rushing on above the narrow streets, not minding them, and you see the golden arrows pointing at the mountains in the sky from which the wind comes, and you feel as if you were dead." The little creature looked above her, holding up her slight transparent hand. "How do you feel when you are dead?" asked Fledgeby, much perplexed. "Oh, so tranquil!" cried the little creature, smiling. "Oh, so peaceful and so thankful! And you hear the people who are alive, crying, and working, and calling to one another down in the close dark streets, and you seem to pity them so! And such a chain has fallen from you, and such a strange good sorrowful happiness comes upon you!" Her eyes fell on the old man, who, with his hands folded, quietly looked on. "Why it was only just now, " said the little creature, pointing at him, "that I fancied I saw him come out of his grave! He toiled out at that low door so bent and worn, and then he took his breath and stood upright, and looked all round him at the sky, and the wind blew upon him, and his life down in the dark was over!-Till he was called back to life, " she added, looking round at Fledgeby with that lower look of sharpness. "Why did you call him back?" "He was long enough coming, anyhow, " grumbled Fledgeby. "But you are not dead, you know, " said Jenny Wren. "Get down to life!" Mr Fledgeby seemed to think it rather a good suggestion, and with a nod turned round. As Riah followed to attend him down the stairs, the little creature called out to the Jew in a silvery tone, "Don't be long gone. Come back, and be dead!" And still as they went down they heard the little sweet voice, more and more faintly, half calling and half singing, "Come back and be dead, Come back and be dead!

Charles Dickens
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