The mute grain turns to love songs when swallowed by the nightingale. — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Bismarck was a large persian cat owned by Florence Nightingale. — Florence Nightingale Copy Share Image
In a twilight garden, when a brown nightingale starts singing, what is left to a blonde chicken is to remain silent. — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
Rather than recallin these flowersthe fragrance of the past,I would like to hear this nightingale's voice,to know if his song is as… — Izumi Shikibu Copy Share Image
Earl Nightingale never let a day go by that he didn't learn something new and, in turn, pass it on to others.… — Steve King Copy Share Image
Were I a nightingale, I would act the part of a nightingale; were I a swan, the part of a swan. — Epictetus Copy Share Image
No man had ever heard a nightingale, When once a keen-eyed naturalist was stirred To study and define -- what is a… — Emma Lazarus Copy Share Image
It is quiet and peaceful here, the air is good, there are numerous gardens, and in them nightingales sing and spies lurk… — Maxim Gorky Copy Share Image
Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear… — John Milton Copy Share Image
He stood beside a cottage lone And listened to a lute, One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, And the nightingale… — Thomas Kibble Hervey Copy Share Image
Elvis Presley once said that I don't know anything about the music. It is because he is the music itself! The nightingales… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Actually I'd always thought he sat in the library with a slim volume of metaphysical poetry until the commissioner called him on… — Ben Aaronovitch Copy Share Image
You have the most revolting Florence Nightingale complex,' said Mrs. Smiling. It is not that at all, and well you know it.… — Stella Gibbons Copy Share Image
In France it was Joan of Arc; in the Crimea it was Florence Nightingale; in the deep south there was Rosa Parks;… — Larry Gatlin Copy Share Image
The nightingales are singing near The Convent of the Sacred Heart, And sang within the bloody wood When Agamemnon cried aloud, And… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Give me a platter of choice finnan haddie, freshly cooked in its bath of water and milk, add melted butter, a slice… — Craig Claiborne Copy Share Image
Just as a musician loves music and not nightingales, and a poet loves poetry and not sunsets, a painter is not primarily… — Andre Malraux Copy Share Image
Thematically, we're both [with Kristin Hannah ] interested in women's experiences and women's stories, and until now, you've mostly dealt with how… — Megan Chance Copy Share Image
Even the song of birds, which we can bring under no musical rule, seems to have more freedom, and therefore more for… — Immanuel Kant Copy Share Image
In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
For all her active goodness, Florence Nightingale herself was far from being the angelic figure of popular adulation: according to Lytton Strachey's… — David Cannadine 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
When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The Beloved is all; the… — Rumi Copy Share Image
WEATHERS This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly; And… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
IN MEMORIAM: FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE She whom we love, our Lady of Compassion, Can never die, for Love forbids her death. Love has… — Joyce Kilmer Copy Share Image
“Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn: It listens, listens. Taller trees beyond Listen. The moon at the unruffled pond Stares.… — Harold Monro Copy Share Image
here is no competition of sounds Between a nightingale and a violin. — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
I envy no man's nightingale or spring; Nor let them punish me with loss of rhyme, Who plainly say, My God, My… — George Herbert Copy Share Image