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A Quote by unknown on advice, birds, death, god, good, and words

Boys flying kites, draw in their white winged birds, But you can't do that when you're flying words. Careful with fire is good advice we know, But careful with words is ten times doubly so. Thoughts unexpressed my sometimes fall back dead, But God Himself can't kill them once they're said.

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A Quote by unknown on birds and life

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Trees enrich our lives throughout the year. They reassure us with the rustle of their leaves, give us shade to soothe our overheated bodies and they bring delight to us when we watch birds nest in their boughs. However, it is only during the fall that they wave flamboyant foliage that seems to demand our attention.

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Source: Blue Ridge Parkway: A Guide to Trees

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A Quote by Mary E. Frye on birds, death, quiet, and sleep

Togetherness Do not stand at my grave and weep.  I'm not there, I do not sleep.   I'm a thousand winds that blow.   I'm the diamond glint on snow.   I'm sunlight on ripened grain.  I'm the gentle rain.   When you awaken in the morning hush,  I'm the swift uplifting rush.   Of quiet birds in circled flight.  I'm the soft stars that shine in the night.  Do not stand at my grave and cry.  I'm not there. I did not die. 

Mary E. Frye

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A Quote by Henry van Dyke on birds, silence, and talent

Use the talents you possess for the woods would be a very silent place if no birds sang except for the best.

Henry van Dyke (1852 - 1933)

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A Quote by unknown on birds and sorrow

You can't prevent birds of sorrow flying over your head, but you can stop them building nests in your hair.

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A Quote by unknown on art, beauty, birds, change, day, disaster, painting, peace, quiet, and water

Two amateur artists were asked to paint something depicting "peace." On the appointed day, both artists brought their paintings to be shown. One picture was of a quiet, rippleless lake. Here indeed was peace as seen by an artist. The other painting showed a gnarled tree standing on the precipice in a rugged canyon. Nearby was a thundering waterfall, and the river dashed on, angrily below. In the tree, near her nest, a bird was perched, singing above the clamor of the torrent of the water below. A sudden change in the wind could bring disaster to the frail limb upon which the bird and her nest were located. But instinctively she knew that if that happened, she and her young ones could use their wings and mount to the sky. Yes, the two artists had fulfilled what they had been asked to do. One painted a scene depicting the quiet beauty of peace. The other had seen the majestic splendor that accompanies inner peace.

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A Quote by unknown on achievement, birds, character, clarity, conscience, friendship, good, habits, happiness, health, life, men, money, music, peace, philosophy, privacy, secrets, and songs

Money can't buy real friendship-friendship must be earned. Money can't buy a clear conscience-square dealing is the price tag. Money can't buy the glow of good health-right living is the secret. Money can't buy happiness-happiness is a mental condition and one may be as happy in a cottage as in a mansion. Money can't buy sunsets, songs of wild birds and the music of the wind in the trees-these are as free as the air we breath. Money can't buy inward peace-peace is the result of a constructive philosophy in life. Money can't buy a good character-good character is achieved through decent habits of private living and wholesome dealings in our open contacts with our fellow men.

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A Quote by unknown on birds, songs, and words

There was an old man of Boulogne, Who sang a most topical song. It wasn't the words, Which frightened the birds, But the horrible double entendre!

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Source: The Limerick Book

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A Quote by unknown on birds, god, home, life, questions, and seasons

The question, "Which is the happiest season of life?" was asked of an aged man. And he replied: "When spring comes, and in the soft air the buds are breaking on the trees, and they are covered with blossoms, I think, 'How beautiful is spring'; and when summer comes and covers the trees with its heavy foliage, and singing birds are among the branches, I think, 'How beautiful is summer.' When autumn loads them with golden fruit, and their leaves bear the gorgeous tint of frost, I think, 'How beautiful is autumn.' And when it is severe winter, and there is neither foliage nor fruit, then I look up through the leafless branches as I never could until now, and see the stars shine in God's home."

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A Quote by unknown on birds and god

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We are only free when we are who God wants us to be. A fish in a tree is not free. A bird in a tree is free.

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