— Lois Lowry, Taking Care of Terrific
— Khalil Gibran Lebanese artist, poet, and writer 1883 - 1931
„Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings.“
— Victor Hugo French poet, novelist, and dramatist 1802 - 1885
„My heart is like the willow
That bends, but never breaks.
It sighs when summer jilts her,
It sings when April wakes.“
— Yip Harburg American song lyricist 1896 - 1981
Context: My heart is like the willow That bends, but never breaks. It sighs when summer jilts her, It sings when April wakes. So you, who come a-smiling With summer in your eyes, Think not that your beguiling Will take me by surprise. My heart's prepared for aching The moment you take wing. But not, my friend, for breaking While there's another spring. "Irreverent Heart"
„And every word that you speak makes my heart sing when it's weak for often this outlook on life can be bleak.“
— Ed Harcourt British musician 1977
— Rabindranath Tagore Bengali polymath 1861 - 1941
— Jacques Brel Belgian singer-songwriter 1929 - 1978
Context: p> Adieu, Francoise, my trusted wife; Without you I'd have had a lonely life. You cheated lots of times but then, I forgave you in the end Though your lover was my friend.Adieu, Francoise, it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky. Now that spring is in the air With your lovers ev'rywhere, Just be careful; I'll be there.</p Seasons in the Sun" (1961), as translated by Rod McKuen from Brel's song "Le Moribond" · McKuen performance http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MY__eaedtOA · Beach Boys performance http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fzjIra9pheU <p>Goodbye, Michelle, my little one; You gave me love and helped me find the sun, And every time that I was down You would always come around And get my feet back on the ground.</p><p>Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky; Now that the spring is in the air, With the flowers everywhere, I wish that we could both be there!</p> As adapted in the Terry Jacks version (1974)
„I am a bird from mountains you don't know.
My throat feels itchy—so I start to chirp
when sings the morning wind among the leaves,
when dreams the moon at midnight in the blue.
Perched on a branch, the bird longs for its brook—
it will break into song and not know why.
Its ditties cannot make the fruits grow ripe;
its carols cannot help the flowers bloom.
It's profitless to sing, and yet the bird
will burst its throat and heart to sing its best.“
— Xuân Diệu Vietnamese poet 1916 - 1985
"Foreword to a book of poems"
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe German writer, artist, and politician 1749 - 1832
Bk. II, Ch. 11
— Kuvempu Kannada novelist, poet, playwright, critic, and thinker 1904 - 1994
„My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit.“
— Christina Rossetti English poet 1830 - 1894
A Birthday http://www.poetry-online.org/rossetti_christina_a_birthday.htm, st. 1 (1861).
„The compelled mother loves her child as the caged bird sings. The song does not justify the cage nor the love the enforcement.“
— Germaine Greer Australian feminist author 1939
Context: Compulsory motherhood is not ennobling, although the friends of the foetus are at pains to point out that most women denied abortions end up loving their issue just the same. Whether they love them just the same as they would have if they had wanted them is of course unverifiable; most women are not so perverse and unjust as to punish their children for the crimes of society (their fathers), but the oppression of their circumstances is real notwithstanding. For the oppressors themselves to take credit for the women's magnanimity is sickeningly smug. The compelled mother loves her child as the caged bird sings. The song does not justify the cage nor the love the enforcement. "Abortion ii" (21 May 1972), p. 115