Water, wind and birdsong were the echoes in this quiet place of a great chiming symphony that was surging around the world.… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
My faith is the grand drama of my life. I'm a believer, so I sing words of God to those who have… — Olivier Messiaen Copy Share Image
“Breath (from the book Blue Bridge) Whispering to myself With every step I take, Trying out names, for I know There is… — Jay Woodman Copy Share Image
And now everything has changed once again. The air of the Close each evening is full of bird song - I've never… — Michael Frayn Copy Share Image
In a way, the world−view of the Party imposed itself most successfully on people incapable of understanding it. They could be made… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
“Gulls wheel through spokes of sunlight over gracious roofs and dowdy thatch, snatching entrails at the marketplace and escaping over cloistered gardens,… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“I am Cinna's bird, ignited, flying frantically to escape something inescapable. The feathers of flame that grow from my body. Beating my… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“O trees of life, O when are you wintering? We are not unified. We have no instincts like those of migratory birds.… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
From whence it happens, that they which trust to books, do as they that cast up many little sums into a greater,… — Thomas Hobbes Copy Share Image
To wade in marshes and sea margins is the destiny of certain bird, and they are so accurately made for this that… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
The lover never sees personal resemblances in his mistress to her kindred or to others. His friends find in her a likeness… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Here may I live what life I please, Married and buried out of sight, - Married to pleasure and buried to pain,… — Violet Fane Copy Share Image
The workman cut to the left, still laying on his horn, and roared around the drunkenly weaving limousine. He invited the driver… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Life is the blossoming of flowers in the spring, the ripening of fruit in the fall, the rhythm of the earth and… — Daisaku Ikeda Copy Share Image
“Despite popular belief to the contrary, there is absolutely no power in intention. The seagull may intend to fly away, may decide… — Andy Andrews Copy Share Image
“What exists beneath the sea? I’d always pictured it in colors of emerald and aquamarine, where black velvet fish with sequined eyes… — Kelly Easton Copy Share Image
“If you see birds flying high in the sky, it means clear weather. However, if you see a lot of birds roosting… — Brett McKay Copy Share Image
It constantly amazes me that men and women wander the earth marveling at the highest mountains, the deepest ocean, the whitest sands,… — Matthew Kelly Copy Share Image
Bast crouched down and began making weird chittering noises. Uh-oh. She was imitating birds. I'd seen enough cats do this when they… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was… — John Keats Copy Share Image
In her dance, she controlled the bright paper birds with invisible wires and threads. She played the human: heavy, tied to earth.… — Katherine Catmull Copy Share Image
Percy France told me, similarly, he and Bird used to hang out. They were good buddies. And he said, "Man, we'd just… — Jon Gordon Copy Share Image
When I look at birds and animals, their survival is without rules, without conditions, without organization. But mothers take good care of… — Dalai Lama Copy Share Image
Anyway, I'm digressing, but this is just kind of this 10-and-a-half-minute, ambient - you hear cicadas and birds and the wind outside… — Andrew Bird Copy Share Image
...for most people in the [Jewish] Ghetto [of Warsaw] nature lived only in memory -- no parks, birds, or greenery existed in… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch another's, and your… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
“The bird does not have an instinct to fly South in winter without a real South to match it; nor has the… — Orison Swett Marden Copy Share Image
And there were times when one yielded quite shamelessly to the sentimental. They were more likely to be times of crickets, I… — Harrison Gray Otis Dwight Copy Share Image
When the peacock has presented his back, the spectator will usually begin to walk around him to get a front view; but… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
When on a summer's morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing rills My bird-like spirit flies.… — W. H. Davies Copy Share Image
When they started to drain a swamp where birds and fish had lived, for a new housing development down the road from… — Maile Meloy Copy Share Image
...A change fell upon all things. Strange brilliant flowers, star-shaped, burst out upon the trees where no flowers had been before. The… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Birds are flyin' south for winter. Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north, Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin', Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth. He… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
Peter stood, cleared his throat, and began to hum softly, then sing, slowly building up the song as his voice cleared. He… — Brom Copy Share Image
If we surrendered to earth’s intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees. Instead we entangle ourselves in knots of our own… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“owls are the most courteous, single—hearted and faithful creatures living. You must never be familiar, rude or vulgar with them, or make… — T.H. White Copy Share Image
“There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
“The parrot had a range of phrases. His own name ('Niko, Niko'), the name of his original owner and now 'Stavros'. Occasionally… — Victoria Hislop Copy Share Image
In the world outside this glass room, songbirds are feeding and resting in the trees. Some will take off tonight and not… — Sandra Steingraber Copy Share Image
“Tradition whispers that in the sky is a bird, blue as the sky itself, which brings to its finders happiness. But everyone… — Venice J. Bloodworth Copy Share Image