Walter Scott Quotes

A beautiful day with the buoyancy of a bird.

He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass.

We're flying free like birds in the sky, because we're ALIVE.

I've always been fascinated by everything with wings.

I'm very happy being me, although sometimes I'd love to be a bird so that I could fly.

Birds have wings; they're free; they can fly where they want when they want. They have the kind of mobility many people envy.

I came where the river Ran over stones; My ears knew An early joy. And all the waters Of all the streams Sang in my veins That summer day.

I could run nearly naked on a hot, windy beach and plunge without care into a running diamond sea; roll on the sand and fling my arms wide to the sun and still be what I was...young.

It is not the visions but the activity which makes you happy, and the joy and glory of the flier is the flight itself.

The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by. As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.

Come clean with a child heart Laugh as peaches in the summer wind Let rain on a house roof be a song Let the writing on your face be a smell of apple orchards on late June.

Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly is there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?

Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune I saw the white daisies go down to the sea, A host in the sunshine, an army in June, The people God sends us to set our heart free.

On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat: Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet. I will let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak, I will have no thoughts: But infinite love will mount in my soul; And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy, through the countryside - as happy as if I were a woman. "Sensation

Seagulls . . . slim yachts of the element.

With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?

The clouds, - the only birds that never sleep.

Come out of the azure. Love the day. Do not leave the sky out of your landscape.

A bird is joy incarnate.

I 'm on the sea! I 'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be, With the blue above and the blue below, And silence wheresoever I go.

My birthday began with the water - Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name.

Thanks to the morning light, Thanks to the foaming sea, To the uplands of New Hampshire, To the green-haired forest free.

As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.

Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-withholding and free, Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea.