The quality of decision is like the well-timed swoop of a falcon which enables it to strike and destroy its victim.
Be motivated like the falcon, hunt gloriously. Be magnificent as the leopard, fight to win. Spend less time with nightingales and peacocks. One is all talk, the other only color.
Sharp is the kiss of the falcon's beak.
Still, when all is said, somewhere one must belong: even the soaring falcon returns to its master's wrist.
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
and I circle ten thousand years long; And I still don't know if I'm a falcon, a storm, or an unfinished song
The hatched chick cannot go back to the shell, the falcon who has found the sky does not willingly sit the nest.
The wing of the Falcon brings to the king, the wing if the crow brings him to the cemetery.
let this be our beautiful departure from stagnation; let our minds come alive; enter another dimension; go beyond the stars eagerly struggling to find that... which our naked eyes did not know existed; rise like a falcon born to soar and not be alone but be present amongst others.
The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove.
A falcon who chases a warlike crane can only hope for a life of pain.
You love him as a falcon loves his master who binds and blinds it.
My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, and till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, for then she never looks upon her lure.
Ambition is to the mind what the cap is to the falcon; it blinds us first, and then compels us to tower by reason of our blindness.
I am still hopeful. A falcon, Time. But the coincidence is probably accidental.
The Falcon and the Dove sit there together, And th 'one of them doth prune the others feather.
I don t mind a reasonable amount of trouble.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.
Say, will the falcon, stooping from above, Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove? Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings? Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings?
I couldn't be fonder of you if you were my own son. But, well, if you lose a son, its possible to get another. There's only one Maltese Falcon.
The Ford Falcon holds the proud title of Slowest Car Ever Built. In certain areas of the country you can go to a stoplight and find Falcon drivers who pressed down on their accelerators in 1963 and are still waiting for their cars to move.
Very few of my books are about who stole the Maltese Falcon
I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don't know if I am a falcon, or a storm, or a great song.
I think hawking is the nearest thing to flying in this world. There you sit high up and poised light as air, the horse swift beneath you. You unhood your bird, let the jesses go and watch your falcon, its bells a-jingle, like some wild spirit take the air... and your own spirit goes with it.
The cheaper the crook, the gaudier the patter.
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