Birds sing even when the world is filled with sadness. I don't know why people can't do the same thing. — Michael Gilbert Copy Share Image
“Break my branches saw me into bits the birds will still sing in my roots” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I write as the birds sing, because I must, and usually from the same source of inspiration. — Gene Stratton-Porter Copy Share Image
“I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying abut who hears or what they think. -Rumi” — Judy Meadows Copy Share Image
How can you expect the birds to sing when their groves are cut down? — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“If he'd been able to he would have rolled out a rose-petal carpet at her feet. He would have liked to conduct… — José Eduardo Agualusa Copy Share Image
Awareness means the capacity to see a coffeepot and hear the birds sing in one's own way and not the way one… — Eric Berne Copy Share Image
The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby, Knowing that with the shadow of his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Look around you. While dogs bark, birds sing and fly. People will talk; Don’t worry. You just walk- Just Fly!-RVM” — RVM Copy Share Image
“Tom once told him that birds sing differently before and after a storm. Benny didn't know if that was true, but he… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Birds sing after the storm, why shouldnt people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them. — Melchor Lim Copy Share Image
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them? — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very quiet if only those birds sing there that sang best.” — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
Yes, I will spend the livelong day With Nature in this month of May; And sit beneath the trees, and share My… — W. H. Davies Copy Share Image
The Admiral says that he never beheld so fair a thing: trees all along the river, beautiful and green, and different from… — Christopher Columbus Copy Share Image
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
I cannot sing the old songs Though well I know the tune, Familiar as a cradle-song With sleep-compelling croon; Yet though I'm… — Robert Jones Burdette Copy Share Image
We do not ask for what useful purpose the birds do sing, for song is their pleasure since they were created for… — Johannes Kepler Copy Share Image
I do think that our bodies are capable of many magical and inexplicable things that have nothing to do with reproduction. I… — Jenny Johnson Copy Share Image
All who ask receive, those who seek find, and to those who knock it shall be opened. Therefore, let us knock at… — John of Damascus Copy Share Image
The perfume of the flowers and of the bay tree are wafted on high, like incense. The birds sing sweet songs of… — William Wendt Copy Share Image
Someone once asked me why people sing. I answered that they sing for many of the same reasons the birds sing. They… — Linda Ronstadt Copy Share Image
Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; Where in… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
A white crowned night sparrow sings as the moon sets. Thunder growls far off. Our campfire is a single light. Amongst a… — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
“Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds… — Mary Elizabeth Frye Copy Share Image
“I can't explain the birds to you even if I tried. In the early morning, when the sun's rays peek over the… — Portia de Rossi Copy Share Image
“Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds… — Mary Elizabeth Frye Copy Share Image
“Even the birds sing in the face of death But the rest of the world hears only a scream” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Why do birds sing in the morning? It's the triumphant shout: 'We got through another night!' — Enid Bagnold Copy Share Image
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them? — Anonymous Copy Share Image
