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
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 eyes, heroes, gods, masters do not exist. We love and respect every musician, whether from the past, the future, or...… — Joseph Jarman Copy Share Image
Birds... scream at the top of their lungs in horrified hellish rage every morning at daybreak to warn us all of the… — Kurt Cobain Copy Share Image
“The sky was always full of birdsong and evening smells, piano music from a window, the stone buildings glowing against the blue,… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“I AWAKENED THAT MORNING to birdsong. It was only the little yellow bird who lives in the locust tree outside our bedroom… — Thomas Tryon Copy Share Image
“Because the birdsong might be pretty, But it's not for you they sing, And if you think my winter is too cold,… — Erin Hanson Copy Share Image
“The plants and animals all around us were waking from a long sleep, and our yard was slowly transformed into a carpet… — Arlene Stafford-Wilson Copy Share Image
And then God gave me insight: this was winter. It would end, in time, but not by my own doing. My responsibility… — Mark Buchanan Copy Share Image
God was something I did not understand the way kids who went to church did. They said God was a man in… — Melissa Coleman 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
“A magpie can be happy or sad: sometimes so happy that he sits on a high, high gum tree and rolls the… — Colin Thiele Copy Share Image
He found that he had this sudden desperate longing for the fuming, smoky streets of Ankh-Morpork, which was always at its best… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
I believe that our distant nomadic ancestors came forward and survived because they could hear distant, faint birdsong as an acoustic navigational… — Gordon Hempton 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
Water, wind and birdsong were the echoes in this quiet place of a great chiming symphony that was surging around the world.… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
I like to sit on the front porch of an old cabin I built in the woods and just listen to the… — Johnny Cash Copy Share Image
Nowadays, people are so jeezled up. If they took some chamomile tea and spent more time rocking on the porch in the… — Tasha Tudor Copy Share Image
Silent Summer - a never-ending heat wave, devoid of birdsong, insect hum, and all the weird and wonderful living noises that subconsciously… — Mark Lynas Copy Share Image
“Because the birdsong might be pretty, But it’s not for you they sing, And if you think my winter is too cold,… — L.J. Shen Copy Share Image
“Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say! Please, universal soul,… — Rumi Copy Share Image
A birdsong can even, for a moment, make the whole world into a sky within us, because we feel that the bird… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Did you not look upon the world this morning and imagine it as the boy might see it? And did you not… — Jamie O'Neill Copy Share Image
At these times, the things that troubled her seemed far away and unimportant: all that mattered was the hum of the bees… — Alison Croggon Copy Share Image
And now everything has changed once again. The air of the Close each evening is full of bird song - I've never… — Michael Frayn Copy Share Image
“Now when I hear birdsong, I feel an entry to that understory. When I am feeling too squeezed on the ground, exhausted… — Kyo Maclear Copy Share Image
There was a good deal to be said, Hilary decided, for middle age and infirmity. The years in which one demanded much… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
“Their song reminds me of a child’s neighborhood rallying cry—ee-ock-ee—with a heartfelt warble at the end. But it is their call that… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her, barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window in one of the fragile… — Billy Collins Copy Share Image
...there was a blond misty boy sitting beside me, and he looked at me, and I at him, and we were not… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
