Wrens – Quotes

Glory, glory, said the

Glory, glory, said the Bee, Hallelujah, said the Flea. Praise the Lord, remarked the Wren. At springtime all is born-again. Eric Metaxas

I . . .

I . . . am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves. Emily Dickinson

There was an old

There was an old man with a beard, who said: ‘It is just as I feared! Two owls and a hen, four larks and a wren have all built their nests in my beard. Edward Lear

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, I have made this place around you, If you leave it you may … Read more

Sometimes I fly like

Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren Anne Sexton

Shall eagles not be

Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens? If all the world were falcons, what of that? The wonder of the eagle were the less, But he not less the eagle. Alfred Lord Tennyson

Now the wren has

Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin’ gold Turnin’ from the past, at last and all I’ve left behind. Ray LaMontagne

Herein is the explanation

Herein is the explanation of the analogies, which exist in all the arts. They are the re-appearance of one mind, working in many materials to many temporary ends. Raphael paints wisdom, Handel sings it, Phidias carves it, Shakspeare writes it, Wren builds it, Columbus sails it, Luther preaches it, Washington arms it, Watt mechanizes it. … Read more

Raphael paints wisdom, Handel

Raphael paints wisdom, Handel sings it, Phidias carves it, Shakespeare writes it, Wren builds it, Columbus sails it, Luther preaches it, Washington arms it, Watt mechanizes it. Ralph Waldo Emerson

Cath ran her fingers

Cath ran her fingers along the cover, over the raised gold type. Then someone else ran right into her, pushing the book into Cath’s chest. Pushing two books into her chest. Cath looked up just as Wren threw an arm around her. ‘They’re both crying,’ Cath heard Reagan say. ‘I can’t even watch.’ Cath freed … Read more