Crow – Quotes

I was born black,

I was born black, I attended all Negro schools including college, I grew up in the segregated South during Jim Crow. If anybody knows a racist, I do. Pat Buchanan ain’t no racist. Ezola B. Foster

She stood looking carefully at the labeled portraits Ursala had put up: Little Crow, Chief of the Santees, Geronimo, last of the Apaches, and Ursala’s favorite, Big Foot, dying in the snow at Wounded Knee. Isn’t that where the massacre was? asked Ellen. Yes. I’m going to go there when I’m grown up. To Wounded … Read more

A girl came in

A girl came in the cafe and sat by herself at a table near the window. She was very pretty with a face fresh as a newly minted coin if they minted coins in smooth flesh with rain-freshened skin, and her hair black as a crow’s wing and cut sharply and diagonally across her cheek. … Read more

She brought me a

She brought me a crow’s feather…, he whispered. Erin Hunter

Crows pick out the

Crows pick out the eyes of the dead, when the dead have no longer need of them; but flatterers mar the soul of the living, and her eyes they blind. Epictetus

September\\’s Baccalaureate A

September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets – Crows – and Retrospects And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming – An Innuendo sear That makes the Heart put up its Fun And turn Philosopher. Emily Dickinson

Fame is a fickle

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate, Whose table once a Guest, but not The second time, is set. Whose crumbs the crows inspect, And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer’s corn; Men eat of it and die. Emily Dickinson

I love prints of

I love prints of skulls and bones and have some taxidermy – a crow and a rabbit – to remind me of home. I like art and have a big portrait of Bjork. Ellie Goulding

Sisters, when about their

Sisters, when about their work, should not put on clothing which would make them look like images to frighten the crows from the corn. It is more gratifying to their husbands and children to see them in a becoming, well-fitting, attire, than it can be to merely visitors or strangers. Ellen G. White

Who would guess,\\\” he

Who would guess,\” he teased, \”that I’d ever see you on a rooftop with straw in your hair?\” Kit giggled. \”Are you saying I’ve turned into a crow?\” \”Not exactly.\” His eyes were intensely blue with merriment. \”I can still see the green feathers if I look hard enough. But they’ve done their best to … Read more