Peacocks Quotes

“We like to romanticize the wild, raw, majestic beauty of nature. But when you take a closer look, nature is really just a giant fuckfest. That beautiful bird chirping? It's a mating call. That pretty little bird is trying to get laid. And why does the peacock have such beautiful feathers? To attract females. Because he's trying to get laid.”
― Oliver Markus, Why Men And Women Can't Be Friends

“We begin to read each book not quite knowing if we will see a peacock’s feathers or a baboon’s arse.”
― Kevin Ansbro

“I tell you, if you feel strange,

strange things will happen to you:
Fallen peacocks on library shelves”
― Rita Dove, On the Bus With Rosa Parks

“After watching the house for a few days, she had concluded that the magician lived alone, but you never knew if someone had a secret lover stashed away. Or a very loud pet. That time with the peacock, for instance. Noisy birds, peacocks.”
― Yoon Ha Lee, Conservation of Shadows

“Gliding through the garden was a peacock. It might have even been thee same one I'd seen before, with a tall crown and gorgeous deep-blue chest. Arrogantly, he turned his face away from us, as if we were below his notice, and called out to the forest. From the trees came an answer, and he strutted off, king of his domain. "They are so beautiful." Pavi sighed.
"Samir told me there is a flock that lives in the forest."
"Roses and peacocks. It's like the setting for a fairy tale."
I looked around. "It's going to take more than a kiss to save this place." I thought of the single rose blooming into the parlor when Samir and I had first walked through. "But it does feel sometimes like it's under an enchantment."
One tall rose drew my eye, a castle atop a small hill, with tangles of white damask roses around it, as if on guard. The rose was orange and yellow with touches of pink, and I recognized it immediately from a hundred of my mother's paintings. It seemed larger than others of the same type, as haughty as the peacock, and I rounded the overgrown white roses to see if I could find a way in.
Pavi, however, was enchanted by the damasks. "These are prime," she cried, burying her nose in a mass of them. "The perfect flower for rosewater. It will be clear and very, very fragrant.”
― Barbara O'Neal, The Art of Inheriting Secrets

“A loud squawking sound split the air. Then another, filling the space with piercing shrieks.
"What is that?" Sophie said. "A velociraptor? A rabid monkey?"
Jasmine shook her head. "Remember the ten-feet warning? The peacocks like to impress the peahens."
"What is a peahen?" Nina asked. What kind of a name was that for anything?
"Peacocks are the male birds with those big plumes," Jasmine explained. "Peahens are the females."
"Why do the men get the pretty feathers?" Sophie asked.
"Like most things, I blame the patriarchy.”
― Erin La Rosa, For Butter or Worse

“We round the frangipani, coming face-to-face with two peacocks---one male, with magnificent iridescent plumage sparkling in royal blues, greens, and golden browns, not to mention the circular eyespots, his crown a crest of feathers resembling a helmet. The female, although beautiful, has drabber plumage and a short tail.
Garrance beams as the large birds greet her like dogs. "Meet Yin and Yang," she says, and Juju rolls onto his back. "These two are the only ones who tolerate Juju and vice versa."
"Maybe because they don't call him names," I say with a laugh, and Garrance joins me.”
― Samantha Verant, The Spice Master at Bistro Exotique