"The Snow Goose" Quotes
A tender story of love, sacrifice, and the healing power of friendship.
fiction | 80 pages | Published in NaN
Quotes
It's strange how, when birds die, there are always feathers left over.
He remembered the snowstorm and the howling, freezing wind, and the little boat he had heard of that had rescued a total of a hundred men, women, and children from the waters of the sinking ship.
He saw the bird rise from the marshes, white against the grey dawn.
The bird beat its wings again and again, and slowly, slowly, it rose above him into the air.
At the first light of dawn, the bird took flight and headed towards the coast of Holland.
There is no beauty without some strangeness.
There was silence on the marshes, and the sky was empty of birds except for one small white bird.
Sometimes I think my soul is made of wings.
The snow goose is an honored bird in the marshes, for it is a very rare bird.
He felt a strange peace and a sense of being a part of the eternal.
