A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Were I a nightingale, I would act the part of a nightingale; were I a swan, the part of a swan. — Epictetus Copy Share Image
“You become what you think about most of the time.” -Earl Nightingale” — Beau Norton Copy Share Image
“Sunlight of love on your lips; & the Nightingale has fallen into silence.” — sir kristian goldmund aumann Copy Share Image
Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth. — John Keats Copy Share Image
You may learn to imitate a birdcall, but do you experience what the nightingale feels for the rose? — Rumi Copy Share Image
No man had ever heard a nightingale, When once a keen-eyed naturalist was stirred To study and define -- what is a… — Emma Lazarus Copy Share Image
But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“There's more to life than just London," said Nightingale. "People keep saying that," I said. "But I've never actually seen any proof.” — Ben Aaronovitch Copy Share Image
Earl Nightingale never let a day go by that he didn't learn something new and, in turn, pass it on to others.… — Steve King Copy Share Image
Rather than recallin these flowersthe fragrance of the past,I would like to hear this nightingale's voice,to know if his song is as… — Izumi Shikibu Copy Share Image
“Rather than recall in these flowers the fragrance of the past, I would like to hear this nightingale's voice, to know if… — Izumi Shikibu Copy Share Image
“I texted Nightingale to let him know our change in disposition and then I picked up my Pliny, because nothing says stuck… — Ben Aaronovitch Copy Share Image
In a twilight garden, when a brown nightingale starts singing, what is left to a blonde chicken is to remain silent. — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
Florence Nightingale was an amazing figure. She created the American Red Cross. She saw the suffering from bad health conditions on the… — Sharon Lawrence Copy Share Image
Now came still evening on; and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad: Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Far away beyond the pine-woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds; his auditors are… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“I don’t want to see you caught like a word in that last line. What does the nightingale do when it runs… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“The scent of flowers grew stronger and came from all sides; the grass was drenched with dew; a nightingale struck up in… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
“I can’t tell you how much I love kissing ass. Especially wealthy, cellulose-stippled ass. But I’ll smile as big as a personified… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“Here was the world wide-awake and yet only for me, all the fresh pure air only for me, all the fragrance breathed… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
“If in the moonlight from the silent bough Suddenly with precision speak your name The nightingale, be not assured that now His… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“GGMM Nightingale isn't just for iPods or MP3 players but also for a lecture or novel listening, or take notes from a… — GGMM Nightingale Deep Heavy Bass Earbuds Headphone Copy Share Image
“If with the water’s rosy hue comparison be made, Carmine tears and dewy flowers seem of the self-same shade. Yet lady’s tears… — Cao Xueqin Copy Share Image
“Her statistics were more than a study... For her, Quetelet was the hero as scientist, and the presentation copy of his Physique… — Karl Pearson Copy Share Image
“There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
“Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
here is no competition of sounds Between a nightingale and a violin. — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
Who but knows How it goes! Life's a last year's Nightingale, Love's a last year's rose. — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
“As darkness weaves its spell, a voice emerges, pure and bright, dissolving the night's embrace.” — David Passarelli Copy Share Image
“Jack Nightingale didn’t intend to kill anyone when he woke up that chilly November morning.” — Stephen Leather Copy Share Image
There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin. — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
Neruda had his first dream, First meeting with the Moon and the Sun In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart, Where… — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
Fare thee well my nightingale, I lived but to be near you. Thow you are singing somewhere still I can no longer… — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
With The Nightingale, I had been kicking the idea around for years. I was frightened to write it because on the surface… — Megan Chance Copy Share Image