Pastoral Resources

I can find God in nature, in animals, in birds and the environment.

Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.

Whores don't live in company of poor men, citizens never support a weak company and birds don't build nests on a tree that doesn't bear fruits.

Watching birds has become part of my daily meditation affirming my connection to the earth body.

We have an uncanny ability to make birds do what we want them to do. In Blood Simple there's a shot from the bumper of a car and it's going up this road and a huge flock of birds takes off at the perfect moment.

Human beings are the only animal that thinks they change who they are simply by moving to a different place. Birds migrate, but it's not quite the same thing.

Birds are a miracle because they prove to us there is a finer, simpler state of being which we may strive to attain.

The white men in the East are like birds. They are hatching out their eggs every year, and there is not room enough in the East, and they must go elsewhere; and they come out West, as you have seen them coming for the last few years.

In a broader sense, the rhythms of nature, large and small - the sounds of wind and water, the sounds of birds and insects - must inevitably find their analogues in music.

What a kid I got, I told him about the birds and the bee and he told me about the butcher and my wife.

Hear the birds? Sometimes I like to pretend that I'm deaf and I try to imagine what it's like not to be able to hear them. It's not that bad.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

Self-help books are for the birds. Self-help groups are where it's at.

Consider the birds. Be wise as serpents.

Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.

No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.

Even in a less exaggerated description, any verbal account of a person is bound to find itself employing an assortment of waterfalls, lightning rods, landscapes, birds, etc.

I gave away two dogs years ago because I felt guilty at not being able to give them the time and attention they deserved. I now regularly feed an army of squirrels and wild birds around our house.

Half of the modern drugs could well be thrown out of the window, except that the birds might eat them.

One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.