Suzanne Collins Quotes

We are like the birds. We adapt. We sing.

Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours.

Birds do not sing in caves, nor do doves cherish their innocence in dovecots.

Birds are the most popular group in the animal kingdom. We feed them and tame them and think we know them. And yet they inhabit a world which is really rather mysterious.

Fortunately, however, birds don't understand pep talks. Not even St. Francis'. Just imagine, he went on, preaching sermons to perfectly good thrushes and goldfinches and chiff-chaffs! What presumption! Why couldn't he have kept his mouth shut and let the birds preach to him?

The shivering birds beneath the eaves Have sheltered for the night.

I wish we had all been born birds instead.

These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.

Once you develop the practice of smiling, you may not need a reminder. You will smile as soon as you hear a bird singing or see the sunlight streaming through the window.

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

Away from the tumult of motor and mill I want to be care-free; I want to be still! I'm weary of doing things; weary of words I want to be one with the blossoms and birds.

Creation never ceased on the sixth evening, it occurs to the young man. Creation unfolds around us, despite us and through us at the speed of days and nights. And we call it love.

I caught a pebble in the moonlight.

It's a good thing we have gravity or else when birds died they'd just stay right up there. Hunters would be all confused.

Jay-bird don't rob his own nes'.

Birds are the first and the greatest performers.

The moment of twilight is simply beautiful.

Few forms of life are so engaging as birds.

It was a particularly good evening to begin a book.

I’ve always felt that night doesn’t fall. Night rises.

When I look out on such a night as this, I feel as if there could be neither wickedness nor sorrow in the world; and there certainly would be less of both if the sublimity of Nature were more attended to, and people were carried more out of themselves by contemplating such a scene.

Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty, The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes, The gentle soft-born measureless light, The miracle spreading bathing all, the fulfill'd noon, The coming eve delicious, the welcome night and the stars, Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land.

He learned to communicate with birds and discovered their conversation was fantastically boring. It was all to do with windspeed, wingspans, power-to-weight ratios and a fair bit about berries.

Was never secret history but birds tell it in the bowers.