There was the girl, screaming like an angry bird,When it finds its nest left empt and little ones gone.' - Sentry.

Deep inside her heart, I was feeling my home like a hay made nest.

LIKE MOTHER, LIKE LOVERThere is the motherWho cooks too muchTo feed her children,And there is the motherWho cooks too little,Or not at all.There is the birdThat returns to its nestWith just a frail wormAnd feeds it to her babies,And there is the birdThat kills its frail babiesJust to eat the worm.There is the loverWho argues thatThere is neverEnough love,And there is the other loverWho argues that love isAll there everWas.

Anger is as a stone cast into a wasp's nest.

Love should not cause suffocation and death if it is truly love. Don't bundle someone into an uncomfortable cage just because you want to ensure their safety in your life. The bird knows where it belongs, and will never fly to a wrong nest.

Change will force you to step off the path, to venture from the nest, to close your eyes and dive right in, knowing that the greatest opportunities in life are found in the sink or swim, do or die moments.

Education is unfolding the wings of head and heart together. The job of a teacher is to push the students out of the nest to strengthen their wings.

A bird in a nest is secure, but that is not why God gave it wings.

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

I was so blessed. The first person I gave my heart to was an angel who plucked the feathers off his wings and built a nest for it.