Owls Quotes

“Perhaps he does not want to be friends with you until he knows what you are like. With owls, it is never easy-come-easy-go.”
― T.H. White, The Sword in the Stone

“Oh, what a lovely owl!" Cried the Wart.

But when he went up to it and held out his hand, the owl grew half as tall again, stood up as stiff as a poker, closed its eyes so that there was only the smallest slit to peep through - as you are in the habit of doing when told to shut your eyes at hide-and-seek - and said in a doubtful voice

"There is no owl."

Then it shut its eyes entirely and looked the other way.

"It is only a boy," said Merlyn.

"There is no boy," said the owl hopefully, without turning round.”
― T.H. White, The Once and Future King

“Wesley went everywhere with me from then on. I even wrapped him in baby blankets and held him in my arms while grocery shopping, to keep him warm during the first cold winter. Occasionally someone would ask to see "the baby," and when I opened the blanket, would leap back shrieking, "What is that?! A dinosaur?" Apparently, the world is full of educated adults with mortgages and stock portfolios who think people are walking around grocery stores with dinosaurs in their arms.”
― Stacey O'Brien, Wesley the Owl: The Remarkable Love Story of an Owl and His Girl

“The moon seems unaware
of night's dark hitting
on the damp warm rain
misguiding owl's spitting
A thunder light of love
raising hearts beating
while weather learns more
from rain lovers meeting”
― Munia Khan

“It was great to see the owls," I said.
She smiled.
"Yes. They're wild things, of course. Killers, savages. They're wonderful.”
― David Almond, Skellig

“Tomorrow is a dream away.”
― Scott Synder, DC Comics: The New 52

“Do not trap yourself into an owl's hooting sound
where sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound”
― Munia Khan

“People say the darkness is where secrets are best hidden. Night time brings clarity and focus to owls, even if the aperture of this vision comes with a stigma.”
― Kimberly Morgan, On Angels and Rabbit Holes

“Everything you say,' Geno said rather irritably, 'contradicts itself.'
'Of course it does,' the screech owl rejoined obscurely. 'Otherwise, how would anyone ever keep to the middle of the road?”
― Felix Salten, Bambi's Children

“Those who drink whiskey with the owls at night, cannot soar with the eagles the next day.”
― Brian D. Ratty, Tillamook Passage: Far Side of The Pacific

“An owl is mostly air.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, Out Here: Poems and Images from Steens Mountain Country

“That little owl with a call as steady as my heartbeat was telling anyone who would listen, ‘I am here.’ We were listening. We’re listening still.”
― Heather Durham, Going Feral: Field Notes on Wonder and Wanderlust

“I love owls, but I wish God had made them vegetarian.”
― Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle

“Interdimensional travel is full of dangers that can be difficult to predict, but there are signs to watch out for. Owls are especially helpful for savvy explorers. In our own universe, they ask, “Who?” You can tell a parallel world is perilous when you hear an owl ask, “Why?”
― T.R. Darling

“To be honest, owls aren’t the brightest of birds, amazing as they are; parrots and crows are much smarter. It’s all in the eyes: those magnificent piercing optics are what make all owls look like they are deep in concentrated scrutiny and steeped in long-lost knowledge.”
― Matt Sewell, Owls: Our Most Enchanting Bird

“Have you ever
Stared into the owl's eyes? They blink slow, then burn:
Burn gold in the dark inner core of the snow-shrouded cedar.”
― Robert Penn Warren, Or Else--Poem/Poems 1968-1971

“I shall not let myself be frightened away by the sarcasm of owls.”
― Elizabeth von Arnim, Elizabeth and Her German Garden

“They are the pure wild hunters of our world. They are swift and merciless upon the backs of rabbits, mice, voles, snakes, even skunks, even cats sitting in dusky yards, thinking peaceful thoughts. I have found the headless bodies of rabbits and blue jays, and known it was the great horned owl that did them in, taking the head only, for the owl has an insatiable craving for the taste of brains. I have walked with prudent caution down paths at twilight when the dogs were puppies. I know this bird. If it could, it would eat the whole world.”
― Mary Oliver, Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays

“Humans are the loneliest of creatures earth amongst all the earth's species, self-consciously and visibly a species apart.”
― Miriam Darlington, The Wise Hours: A Journey into the Wild and Secret World of Owls

“En sevdiği oyuncağıydı. Neydi? Kırmızıya boyanmış, ufak, tahta bir kuş. Kırmızıydı, gerçekten öyleydi; tam da gün ışığında, gölgede, mumlarla, şöminenin başında ona bakan bir oğlan çocuğunu hayallere daldıracak, parlak, tatlı bir kırmızı. Ama muhabbetkuşu ya da öyle değersiz bir tür olduğunu sanmayın. Hayır, onun kuşu bir baykuştu.”
― Jesse Ball, Samedi the Deafness

“Empathy is sickening. It reminds me of funeral salesmen who like ashy-faced owls appear deeply moved by your great loss, while giving Lord God Almighty thanks for throwing their way yet another stiff.”
― Vinko Vrbanic

“The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons- All Sizes- Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver- Self-Stirring- Collapsible, said a sign hanging over them.
"Yeah, you'll be needin' one," said Hagrid, "but we gotta get yer money first."
Harry wished he had about eight more eyes. He turned his head in every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping. A plump woman outside an Apothecary was shaking her head as they passed, saying, "Dragon liver, seventeen Sickles an ounce, they're mad...."
A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium- Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. Several boys about Harry's age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. "Look," Harry heard one of them say, "the new Nimbus Two Thousand- fastest ever-" There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments Harry had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon....”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“IN THE WILD, the father owl hunts relentlessly. He has to provide approximately six mice per baby per night. The usual brood is five babies. The father also has to feed his mate, who never leaves the nest and eats about three mice per day. And he must feed himself about four mice a day. This adds up to some thirty-seven full-grown mice every night during nesting season.”
― Stacey O'Brien, Wesley the Owl: The Remarkable Love Story of an Owl and His Girl

“The witch looked down upon the wolf, looked upon his face and into his deadly eyes. She stopped, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, listening to the sounds of the night critters, the owls, the bats, and the silence of all of the dangerous beasts that roamed the woods at night, hidden in the shadows.”
― Julia Pazdro, The Witch's and the Wolf's Curse

“What do you call a pack of owls?
Whoters!”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Some say owls carry within them the souls of those who in life never had a name, a place or a purpose, and were cast out to wander alone. Some say their stained-glass eyes are windows into other worlds.”
― Benjamin Myers, Cuddy

“It doesn't matter; the owl is artificial. There
are no owls.”
― Philip K. Dick, Do Andoids Dream of Electric Sheep?

“He’d shown the world that there was something invincible inside of him—inside all of them—that could and would remain untouched, something that even a cruel world could not break.”
― Jacqueline Simon Gunn, Flaco the Owl Spreads His Wings

“We have not been able to ascertain from travelers why the owls have gone to live with these doggies, so we beg humbly to offer our own private opinion to the reader. We assume, then, that owls find it absolutely needful to have holes. Probably prairie-owls cannot dig holes for themselves. Having discovered, however, a race of little creatures that could, they very likely determined to take forcible possession of the holes made by them. Finding, no doubt, that when they did so the doggies were too timid to object, and discovering, moreover, that they were sweet, innocent little creatures, the owls resolved to take them into partnership, and so the thing was settled—that’s how it came about, no doubt of it!”
― R.M. Ballantyne, The Dog Crusoe and His Master: A Story of Adventure in the Western Prairies

“The ascalaphos, or short-eared owl, was a bird of evil omen; and the fable of his tale-bearing is told to account for the noisiness of owls in November, before the three winter months of Core’s absence begin.”
― Robert Graves, The Greek Myths 1