The years are going by us like huge birds, whom Doom and Destiny and the schemes of God have frightened up out of some old gray marsh.
Lovely thoughts came flying to meet me like birds. They weren't my thoughts. I couldn't think anything half so exquisite. They came from somewhere.
A lost bird appeared in the court and was half an hour jumping around between the spikenard. It sang a progressive note, rising an octave at a time, until it became so acute that it was necessary to imagine it.
He is a principled man, and compassionate, someone who will remind himself of your best qualities while struggling to forgive your worst. In short, he is a friend.
I was caged by him like a bird with clipped wings. I could flutter but I couldn’t escape though I’m not certain I’d want to even if I could.
When you get your heart broken, other people can help you pick the pieces up, but only you can glue the pieces back together.
It was true. Men could be with whomever they pleased. But women had to date better, kinder, richer, and bright, bright, bright, or else people got embarrassed.
This lunge at moral fastidiousness was something she'd noticed a lot in people around here. They were not good people. They were not kind. But they recycled their newspapers!
Yet there in the library, Hamish and I climbed the bright ladder of the body, as if it were sky and we a deafening. twisting flock of birds that could never fall to earth.
The things that come to us easily, our propensities, are carried on a deep subconscious level into our next life. There are no coincidences.
Are Latino-Americans white? Black? Other? Illegal aliens from Mars? Or are we the very face of America?
We aren’t encouraged to think for ourselves and ask questions. We are expected to accept what they teach us as infallible truths.
This is what I know about my parents. They spent the next several years trying to forget each other, and me.
Foisting an identity on people rather than allowing them the freedom and space to create their own is shady.
When we illuminate the road back to our ancestors, they have a way of reaching out, of manifesting themselves...sometimes even physically.
To me, travel is more valuable than any stupid piece of bling money can buy.
Hip-hop...has been the proverbial key that’s opened the door for me to roam this breathtaking planet.
The hospital room was as cold as dead skin, the hallway crowded with lost souls and reeking of illness.
So many people feel that once you reach a certain age then it's time for you to retire from a sport you love. I don't think that's true at all. I think age should not dictate that.
History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destroyed wild bird.
I was raised in South Carolina; I wasn't aware of any art in South Carolina. There was a minor museum in Charleston, which had nothing of interest in it. It showed local artists, paintings of birds.
