Henry Ward Beecher Quotes About Birds

• There are joys which long to be ours. God sends ten thousands truths, which come about us like birds seeking inlet; but we are shut up to them, and so they bring us nothing, but sit and sing awhile upon the roof, and then fly away.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Long, Joy, Bird

  Henry Ward Beecher (1858). “Life thoughts gathered from the extemporaneous discourses of Henry Ward Beecher, by E.D. Procter”, p.64

• Like a bird she seems to wear gay plumage unconsciously, as if it grew upon her.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Gay, Bird, Grew

  Henry Ward Beecher (1862). “Eyes and Ears”, p.327

• Success is full of promise till one gets it, and then it seems like a nest from which the bird has flown.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Success, War, Bird

• As flowers carry dewdrops, trembling on the edges of the petals, and ready to fall at the first waft of wind or brush of bird, so the heart should carry its beaded words of thanksgiving; and at the first breath of heavenly flavor, let down the shower, perfumed with the heart's gratitude.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Gratitude, Flower, Fall

  "Life Thoughts, Gathered from the Extemporaneous Discourses of Henry Ward Beecher, by One of His Congregation". Book edited by Edna Dean Proctor, 1859.

• The deeper men go into life, the deeper is their conviction that this life is not all. It is an unfinished symphony. A day may round out an insect's life, and a bird or a beast needs no tomorrow. Not so with him who knows that he is related to God and has felt the power of an endless life.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Life, Men, Symphony

• At the bottom of every leaf-stem is a cradle, and in it is an infant germ; the winds will rock it, the birds will sing to it all summer long, but the next season it will unfold and go alone.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Summer, Song, Rocks

  Henry Ward Beecher, William Drysdale (1887). “Proverbs from Plymouth Pulpit”

• Men who stand on any other foundation than the rock Christ Jesus are like birds that build in trees by the side of rivers. The bird sings in the branches, and the river sings below, but all the while the waters are undermining the soil about the roots, till, in some unsuspected hour, the tree falls with a crash into the stream; and then its nest is sunk, its home is gone, and the bird is a wanderer.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Jesus, Fall, Home

  Henry Ward Beecher (1858). “Life Thoughts”, p.37

• A bird in a cage is not half a bird.

  Henry Ward Beecher

  Freedom, Bird, Half

  Henry Ward Beecher (1855). “Star papers; or, Experiences of art and nature”, p.35

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