The eagle has ceased to scream, but the parrots will now begin to chatter.
The war of the giants is over and the pigmies will now start to squabble.
When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius; lift up thy head!
You cannot fly like an eagle with wings of a wren.
It's a great event to get outside and enjoy nature.
I find it very exciting no matter how many times I see bald eagles.
You can put wings on a pig, but you don't make it an eagle.
Don't be a pigeon if you were born to be an eagle.
Fierce eagles do not produce timorous doves.
Grant me an old man's frenzy, Myself must I remakeTill I am Timon and LearOr that William BlakeWho beat upon the wallTill Truth obeyed his call;A mind Michael Angelo knewThat can pierce the clouds,Or inspired by frenzyShake the dead in their shrouds;Forgotten else by mankind,An old man's eagle mind.
I sometimes think we ought to bring a bill before Congress changing our national symbol from the eagle to the buffalo, because we are more like the buffalo than the eagle. The eagle is a powerful bird. It flies alone. It rises up into the sky with authority. It is master of all it surveys. The eagle is an individualist and was selected from among the rest of the birds to be our symbol. But the buffalo was never alone. It always ran in a herd with other buffaloes. And, friends, I call your attention that the buffaloes are gone from the open range, but the eagles are still soaring.
From the oyster to the eagle, from the swine to the tiger, all animals are to be found in men and each of them exists in some man, sometimes several at the time. Animals are nothing but the portrayal of our virtues and vices made manifest to our eyes, the visible reflections of our souls. God displays them to us to give us food for thought.
Eagles come in all shapes and sizes, but you will recognize them chiefly by their attitudes.
It is impossible for capitalism to survive, primarily because the system of capitalism needs some blood to suck. Capitalism used to be like an eagle, but now it's more like a vulture. It used to be strong enough to go and suck anybody's blood whether they were strong or not. But now it has become more cowardly, like the vulture, and it can only suck the blood of the helpless. As the nations of the world free themselves, the capitalism has less victims, less to suck, and it becomes weaker and weaker. It's only a matter of time in my opinion before it will collapse completely.
As an eagle, weary after soaring in the sky, folds its wings and flies down to rest in its nest, so does the shining Self enter the state of dreamless sleep, where one is freed from all desires.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earthAnd danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirthOf sun-split clouds--and done a hundred thingsYou have not dreamed of--wheeled and soared and swungHigh in the sunlit silence, Hov'ring there,I've chased the shouting wind along, and flungMy eager craft through footless halls of air.Up, up the long, delirious, burning blueI've topped the windswept heights with easy graceWhere never lark, or even eagle flewAnd, while with silent, lifting mind I've trodThe high untrespassed sanctity of space,Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
Whether or not you reach your goals in life depends entirely on how well you prepare for them and how badly you want them. You're eagles! Stretch your wings and fly to the sky.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
I am the Turquoise Woman's Son,On top of Belted Mountainbeautiful horses--slim like a weasel!My horse with a hoof like a striped agate,with his fetlock like a fine eagle plume:my horse whose legs are like quick lightningwhose body is an eagle-plumed arrow:my horse whose tail is like a trailing black cloud.The Little Holy Wind blows through his hair.My horse with a mane made of short rainbows.My horse with ears made of round corn.My horse with eyes made of big starts.My horse with a head made of mixed waters.My horse with teeth made of white shell.The long rainbow is in his mouth for a bridleand with it I guide him.
So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.
News is history shot on the wing. The huntsmen from the Fourth Estate seek to bag only the peacock or the eagle of the swifting day.
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks. Methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific--and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise-- Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
We take eagles and teach them to fly in formation.
I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and one that is broken, sad as a woman who is growing old.
Eagles are seagulls with a good hairdo.
We're definitely a hodgepodge of influences.
Mine, most heavily, would be Southern rock - the Allman Brothers, Lynyrd Skynyrd and stuff like that. Hillary is more from the country side - her mom is Linda Davis, a country singer. Dave, he's a big fan of the Eagles and like that.
I am also the product of a place called Paint Creek.
Doesn't have a zip code. It's too small to be called a town along the rolling plains of Texas. We grew dryland cotton and wheat, and when I wasn't farming or attending Paint Creek Rural School, I was generally over at Troop 48 working on my Eagle Scout award.