Hummingbirds Quotes

“If I were a flower,
humming bird would be my favourite bee
And If I were blind,
the light of darkness I'd love to see”
― Munia Khan

“Wings are of many kinds. Butterfly's wings, vulture's wings, eagle-wings, spread wings of white swans, dragonfly's serene wings, wings of albatross, lovely wings of humming birds, tiny wings of a fly or a bumble-bee-wings; and when they fly, they fly their best according to their ability of flying. We should not underestimate the size of those heavenly wings.”
― Munia Khan

“Hummingbirds and flowers go together like summertime and fireflies; like rainbows and sunshine.”
― Tasha Tudor, The New England Butt'ry Shelf Cookbook: Receipts for Very Special Occasions

“A flash of harmless lightning,
A mist of rainbow dyes.
The burnished sunbeams brightening
From flower to flower he flies;
While wakes the nodding blossom
But just too late to see
What lip hath touched her bosom
And drained her rosary.”
― John B. Tabb, Poems

“Gladys loved Mama's red devil cake with chocolate icing, but what I always begged her to fix for my birthday was her rich hummingbird cake with pineapple and bananas and pecans and a real sweet cream cheese icing. Daddy adored that cake too, and I can still hear him telling me before he'd go to work to be sure and cut him a thick slice and wrap it in plastic and put it in the fridge for him.
To this day, I don't know how the cake got its crazy name, and when I finally asked Mama not long ago if she knew, all she did was twist her mouth and frown the way she does when she's exasperated, and tell me not to ask dumb questions, then say, "maybe it's because hummingbirds love red sugar water and the nectar in flowers and anything else sweet. But I can tell you one thing, and that's that I'm not about to put a cake outside to see if hummingbirds'll peck at it.”
― James Villas, Hungry for Happiness

“Harper once read an article about hummingbirds, and how with certain kinds, the sunlight becomes a prism through their wings and the prism becomes a rainbow. All that's left is the shadow of the little bird in the photo and the rainbow wings that carry it through gardens. Moving from beauty to beauty, of kept promises with each open, living flower. Everlasting hope. Everlasting covenant.
Even dead seeds make roots, and roots underground sprout blooms, and the rain falls, and in due time and in due season the hummingbird returns, looking for nectar and hoping to find a harvest. Carrying her story in her rainbow wings, from generation to generation.”
― Ashley Clark, The Dress Shop on King Street

“Since then I've shared this insight
with those whose paths I've crossed:
When we unite and help each other,
fewer suffer loss.

Farewell, farewell,
my travel friend, whether great or small.
Remember always these five words:
We matter one and all.”
― Kirsten L. Marie, Rhyme of the Aged Hummingbird

“They say those who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones, but don’t we all?”
― Lydia Millet, Dinosaurs

“For, only a few yards up, there was a Frangipani tree: a mass of brilliant blossom and no leaves, which was almost hidden in a cloud of humming-birds so vivid as much to outshine the flowers. Writers have often lost their way trying to explain how brilliant a jewel the humming-bird is: it cannot be done.”
― Richard Hughes, A High Wind in Jamaica