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
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
“Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say! Please, universal soul,… — Rumi Copy Share Image
A birdsong can even, for a moment, make the whole world into a sky within us, because we feel that the bird… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Nowadays, people are so jeezled up. If they took some chamomile tea and spent more time rocking on the porch in the… — Tasha Tudor Copy Share Image
Silent Summer - a never-ending heat wave, devoid of birdsong, insect hum, and all the weird and wonderful living noises that subconsciously… — Mark Lynas Copy Share Image
“Because the birdsong might be pretty, But it’s not for you they sing, And if you think my winter is too cold,… — L.J. Shen Copy Share Image
I like to sit on the front porch of an old cabin I built in the woods and just listen to the… — Johnny Cash 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
My sudden, unforeseen capitulation had knocked me backward, and I had nothing to hold on to. My internal weather was eerily calm,… — Kate Christensen Copy Share Image
“In Our Woods, Sometimes a Rare Music Every spring I hear the thrush singing in the glowing woods he is only passing… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Quartering the topmost branches of one of the tall trees, an invisible bird was striving to make the day seem shorter, exploring… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
A name with a gently exotic ring to it, like birdsong, like a grain of sand in the far-off Gobi Desert or… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Making 'Birdsong,' on the one hand you have how prestigious it is and the reputation of the book, which is something that's… — Eddie Redmayne Copy Share Image
“So who is she? No wait, let me guess. Skin of the finest porcelain. Hair of the softest silk. A voice like… — Alethea Kontis Copy Share Image
But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her, barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window in one of the fragile… — Billy Collins Copy Share Image
In our eyes, heroes, gods, masters do not exist. We love and respect every musician, whether from the past, the future, or...… — Joseph Jarman Copy Share Image
“The sky was always full of birdsong and evening smells, piano music from a window, the stone buildings glowing against the blue,… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“I AWAKENED THAT MORNING to birdsong. It was only the little yellow bird who lives in the locust tree outside our bedroom… — Thomas Tryon Copy Share Image
“Because the birdsong might be pretty, But it's not for you they sing, And if you think my winter is too cold,… — Erin Hanson Copy Share Image
“The plants and animals all around us were waking from a long sleep, and our yard was slowly transformed into a carpet… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
Birds... scream at the top of their lungs in horrified hellish rage every morning at daybreak to warn us all of the… — Kurt Cobain Copy Share Image
...there was a blond misty boy sitting beside me, and he looked at me, and I at him, and we were not… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“Now when I hear birdsong, I feel an entry to that understory. When I am feeling too squeezed on the ground, exhausted… — Kyo Maclear Copy Share Image
There was a good deal to be said, Hilary decided, for middle age and infirmity. The years in which one demanded much… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
“Their song reminds me of a child’s neighborhood rallying cry—ee-ock-ee—with a heartfelt warble at the end. But it is their call that… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Did you not look upon the world this morning and imagine it as the boy might see it? And did you not… — Jamie O'Neill Copy Share Image
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
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
At these times, the things that troubled her seemed far away and unimportant: all that mattered was the hum of the bees… — Alison Croggon Copy Share Image
