“For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth: the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.”
“Can the flowers refuse to grow, or the birds decline to sing again just because the winter was harsh?No--but I don't know how they do it, how they keep growing”
“When Maester Aemon heard him sing, he said his voice was honey poured over thunder.”
“The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?”
“Come, fill the Cup, in the fire of SpringYour Winter-garment of Repentance fling:The Bird of Time has but a little wayTo flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing”
“The caged bird sings with a fearful trill,of things unknown, but longed for still, and his tune is heard on the distant hill, for the caged bird sings of freedom.”