“I have to fly away, and like a bird every season, I’ll come home to him.”
“The bird of youth flies away and doesn't come back. Fly, boy, fly!”
“You're my bird," I tell him. "You're my bird and you're going to help me fly away.”
“Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.”
“Those you love will not drown or burn. They will fly away.' ...'Now we both have people we love who are like birds. They have flown far from anything in this world that can hurt them. They're flying away still.”
“Like the birds I will fly.”