Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say. — Rumi Copy Share Image
“THE SUN’S WARM ON THE BACK OF MY NECK, birdsong filtering down from the trees lining the edges of the walking track.” — Amie Kaufman Copy Share Image
Unlike so many other sounds, there's no maximum exposure to birdsong. — Julian Treasure Copy Share Image
“Birdsong, wind, the water’s face. Each flower, remembering the smell: I know you’re close by.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The early morning hour should be dedicated to praise: do not the birds set us the example? — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
I would like to die as I have lived disappear among the tundra winds be transformed into birdsong — Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa Copy Share Image
“Sparrows and pigeons and a blackbird were celebrating the morning in the courtyard.” — Ruth Downie Copy Share Image
Everybody loves birdsong. It's a human need... the sound of birds gives a deep, if sometimes almost unnoticed, pleasure — Simon Barnes Copy Share Image
Roy Blount is so funny, and he sounds like he's just talking, and the next thing you know he has tossed off… — Ian Frazier Copy Share Image
The crack of the bat, the sound of baseballs thumping into gloves, the infield chatter are like birdsong to the baseball starved. — W. P. Kinsella Copy Share Image
Bring awareness to the many subtle sounds of nature - The rustling of leaves in the wind, Raindrops falling, The humming of… — Eckhart Tolle Copy Share Image
You can listen to a birdsong, and from the content of the birdsong, you will be able to determine whether or not… — Gordon Hempton Copy Share Image
I dream of land, cut only where streams glistened with birdsong wander through quiet hills burnt hard by the scrape of wind,… — Nancy E. Turner Copy Share Image
Ask the world to reveal its quietude- not the silence of machines when they are still, but the true quiet by which… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
People find birdsong relaxing and reassuring because over thousands of years, they have learnt when the birds sing, they are safe; it's… — Julian Treasure Copy Share Image
People who record birdsong generally do it very early-before six o'clock-if they can. Soon after that, the invasion of distant noise in… — Richard Adams Copy Share Image
And then God gave me insight: this was winter. It would end, in time, but not by my own doing. My responsibility… — Mark Buchanan Copy Share Image
“As I stood, I took in a last breath of spring-scented air, listened to the birdsong, and then saw a member of… — Rob Thurman Copy Share Image
God was something I did not understand the way kids who went to church did. They said God was a man in… — Melissa Coleman Copy Share Image
It's more eerie to be alone in a city that's lit up and functioning than one that's a tomb. If everything were… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
Brute force crushes many plants. Yet the plants rise again. The Pyramids will not last a moment compared with the daisy. And… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“A magpie can be happy or sad: sometimes so happy that he sits on a high, high gum tree and rolls the… — Colin Thiele Copy Share Image
The point of the dragonfly's terrible lip, the giant water bug, birdsong, or the beautiful dazzle and flash of sunlighted minnows,is not… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
I believe that our distant nomadic ancestors came forward and survived because they could hear distant, faint birdsong as an acoustic navigational… — Gordon Hempton Copy Share Image
It was a heavenly summer, the summer in which France fell and the British Expeditionary Force was evacuated from Dunkirk. Leaves were… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share Image
In time they sank and decayed, and nothing is left of them except an occasional impression in stones, in stones now found… — Erik Fosnes Hansen Copy Share Image
“Facts swooped like swallows, darting across her mind; there was a rush of pride in things still remembered. Singing was limited to… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“Alice haunted the mossy edge of the woods, lingering in patches of shade. She was waiting to hear his Austin-Healey throttle back… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
“I’ve figured it out, something that was never clear to me before–how all creation transposes itself out of the world deeper and… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“Sunlight was everywhere, glittering gold off the bright green leaves of the garden. A blackcap, concealed within the foliage of a nearby… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Only five minutes later he noticed a dozen crocuses growing round the foot of an old tree- gold and purple and white.… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow. — Edward Hoagland Copy Share Image
“When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere.” — Amit Ray Copy Share Image
“This is not a war, this is an exploration of how far men can be degraded.” — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
“Everywhere I go, your beauty spills into my day. The trees were never this verdant. The birdsong never this sweet.” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
I remember as a child, my grandmother read to me Silent Spring. It was incomprehensible to me that there could be a… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
