I would like to die as I have lived disappear among the tundra winds be transformed into birdsong — Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa Copy Share Image
Everybody loves birdsong. It's a human need... the sound of birds gives a deep, if sometimes almost unnoticed, pleasure — Simon Barnes Copy Share Image
“Sparrows and pigeons and a blackbird were celebrating the morning in the courtyard.” — Ruth Downie Copy Share Image
The early morning hour should be dedicated to praise: do not the birds set us the example? — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
Unlike so many other sounds, there's no maximum exposure to birdsong. — Julian Treasure Copy Share Image
“Birdsong, wind, the water’s face. Each flower, remembering the smell: I know you’re close by.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say. — Rumi Copy Share Image
“THE SUN’S WARM ON THE BACK OF MY NECK, birdsong filtering down from the trees lining the edges of the walking track.” — Amie Kaufman Copy Share Image
People find birdsong relaxing and reassuring because over thousands of years, they have learnt when the birds sing, they are safe; it's… — Julian Treasure Copy Share Image
People who record birdsong generally do it very early-before six o'clock-if they can. Soon after that, the invasion of distant noise in… — Richard Adams Copy Share Image
I remember as a child, my grandmother read to me Silent Spring. It was incomprehensible to me that there could be a… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
“Tired of the sea, I need a tree that will hold my thoughts with birdsong; not tides returning them along the shoreline… — Basith Copy Share Image
One of the beauties of working in radio is the way a whole setting can be richly evoked simply by the addition… — Peter Blegvad 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
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
Bring awareness to the many subtle sounds of nature - The rustling of leaves in the wind, Raindrops falling, The humming of… — Eckhart Tolle 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
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
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
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
The point of the dragonfly's terrible lip, the giant water bug, birdsong, or the beautiful dazzle and flash of sunlighted minnows,is not… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“Alice haunted the mossy edge of the woods, lingering in patches of shade. She was waiting to hear his Austin-Healey throttle back… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
In time they sank and decayed, and nothing is left of them except an occasional impression in stones, in stones now found… — Erik Fosnes Hansen Copy Share Image
“Facts swooped like swallows, darting across her mind; there was a rush of pride in things still remembered. Singing was limited to… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
It was a heavenly summer, the summer in which France fell and the British Expeditionary Force was evacuated from Dunkirk. Leaves were… — Eva Ibbotson Copy Share Image
“Sunlight was everywhere, glittering gold off the bright green leaves of the garden. A blackcap, concealed within the foliage of a nearby… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Only five minutes later he noticed a dozen crocuses growing round the foot of an old tree- gold and purple and white.… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
“I’ve figured it out, something that was never clear to me before–how all creation transposes itself out of the world deeper and… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“Everywhere I go, your beauty spills into my day. The trees were never this verdant. The birdsong never this sweet.” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“This is not a war, this is an exploration of how far men can be degraded.” — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow. — Edward Hoagland Copy Share Image
“When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere.” — Amit Ray Copy Share Image
You can listen to a birdsong, and from the content of the birdsong, you will be able to determine whether or not… — Gordon Hempton Copy Share Image
