To date a girl for her look is like eating a bird for it…

Marrying a woman for her beauty makes no more sense than eating a bird for its singing. But it's a common mistake nonetheless.

— Charles Frazier

“Hild fetched a lump of grey salt for Mildburh and mortar and pestle to crush it in. She loved the gritty crunch and thump…

— Nicola Griffith

If you love a person, you say to that person, "Look, I love you, whatever that may be. I've seen quite a bit of…

— Alan Watts

A great many people (not you) do now seem to think that the mere state of being worried is in itself meritorious. I don’t…

— C. S. Lewis

“Clean air; bird song; fresh flowers; and the leaves unfurling on the twigs.”

— Pierre D'Alverne

“Clear night, thumb-top of a moon, a back-lit sky. Moon-fingers lay down their same routine On the side deck and the threshold, the white…

— Charles Wright

“Her childhood had been magical, hours spent in ecstatic loneliness in the apple orchard, dreaming of foreign lands and wild adventures. Everything was new,…

— Kathy Hepinstall

The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us. Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell…

— John Muir

A gush of bird song, a patter of dew A cloud and a rainbow's warning; Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue An April day in…

— Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford

Cobbled streets and no shops open past six o'clock, a communal life that seemed to revolve around church, and where you could often hear…

— J. K. Rowling

My faith is the grand drama of my life. I'm a believer, so I sing words of God to those who have no faith.…

— Olivier Messiaen

“Are spirits so involved in men's lives? Marley asked. Mankind is inolved in men's lives. We only help them know how. ...Jacob, all around…

— R. William Bennett

Life was not intended to be simply a round of work, no matter how interesting and important that work may be. A moment’s pause…

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

Over increasingly large areas of the United States, spring now comes unheralded by the return of the birds, and the early mornings are strangely…

— Rachel Carson

Winter has caused damage everywhere: meadow and forest are all grey, where before you heard many sounds. If I could see the girls play…

— Walther von der Vogelweide