birds [Theme] Page 5

Different only in strength.

Satan: And how does a bird fly?
Seppi: Flapping his wings.
Satan: No, Seppi. She gathers a full chest of air and looks into the distance - without this she will not be able to fly.

the cuckoo sings incessantly ...

Et les violettes aux bois.

A person does not have wings and in relation to the weight of his body to the weight of muscles is 72 times weaker than a bird ... But I think that he will fly, relying not on the strength of his muscles, but on the strength of his mind.

The birds laugh, suddenly silenced for a moment - you have to be able to.
Children fight, hands rush straight - just to have time.

Migratory geese scream.

What a sad thought!
Take a look at what it's turned into.
Even he, that wild goose,
Flying in the middle of the clouds,
At the very edge of the firmament.

do not wake up your beloved, do you hear!

And now, the days of past happiness lie in her palms. It seems that they are about to come to life, as bright as the rays of the sun, penetrating the window. But Taya understood how deceiving this illusion was. Happiness, like a feather of a bird that accidentally fell into her hands, slipped away so quickly that she did not notice when suddenly bitter loneliness set in. A few moments ago it seemed unshakable, and now it has turned into the ashes of days gone by.

Even birds quarrel over the ripe fruits of wheat grains, but, unlike humans, they soon reconcile.

We are like birds, each living in his own shell. Once having seen the light, as if we are born again and look at the world with a different look.

And the snowdrop blossomed.

Laia, you know, when you're around, I feel like that's the right thing to do. That this is the real me. That I remembered myself. And everything that was before - some stupid misunderstanding. As if the bird suddenly forgot for some reason that he can fly, and walked for a long time. And then I remembered, flew and was very surprised how I could still live without flying. So from our meeting I am still surprised how I used to live, not remembering myself. Not knowing you. He walked like a fool on foot, with wings behind him... That's just... Along with the feeling of wings came another. Fear of losing you. He follows me like a shadow. And today's nightmare was about that, too. I had never been seriously afraid of anything before. Here's the truth. But now the thought that something could happen to you is driving me crazy. Forgive me. I don't know where that comes from. And I don't want it to affect you or oblige you to do anything. But please be careful. Promise that you will...