Before I fell in love with words, with setting skies and…

“I was almost sad when we arrived a the squat, white clubhouse. It was halfway to dark by then, with both a moon and…

— Gail Honeyman

My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent…

— Christina Rossetti

Sir, we are a nest of singing birds

— Samuel Johnson

The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses-showers and sunshine bring, Slowly, the…

— William C. Bryant

Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come.

— Lois Lowry

My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent…

— Christina Rossetti

What is the singing of birds, or any natural sound, compared with the voice of one we love.

— Henry David Thoreau

Make fun of death. We are as dead as it gets, and we are fully aware of this joyous experience. We are with you…

— Esther Hicks

“Dear Father, hear and bless thy beasts and singing birds, and guard with tenderness small things that have no words.”

— Margaret Wise Brown

It may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives. Nourish it then, that it may leaf and bloom and fill…

— Black Elk

Night was falling. Birds were singing. Birds were, it occurred to me to say, enacting a frantic celebration of day's end. They were manifesting…

— George Saunders

“For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth: the time of the singing of…

— Toni Morrison

As I love nature, as I love singing birds, and gleaming stubble, and flowing rivers, and morning and evening, and summer and winter, I…

— Henry David Thoreau

What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out…

— Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Verse is the natural speech of men, as singing is of birds'The Week's Survey, 18 June 1904

— Edward Thomas