The great pulsation of nature beats too in my breast, and when I carol aloud, I am answered by a thousand-fold echo.… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's… — John Milton Copy Share Image
I go into my library, and all history unrolls before me. I breathe the morning air of the world while the scent… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus. It brought me Tears, and I remembered how often together We ran the sun down with… — Callimachus Copy Share Image
Heine commenting on the music of Louis Hector Berlioz: He is an immense nightingale, a lark as great as an eagle. .… — Hector Berlioz Copy Share Image
To be honest, I wrote so many drafts of this book [ The Nightingale ] and changed the characters so many times;… — Megan Chance Copy Share Image
Everything perfect in its kind has to transcend its own kind, it must become something different and incomparable. In some notes the… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
I often compare Margaret Thatcher with Florence Nightingale. She stalks through the wards of our hospitals as a lady with a lamp.… — Denis Healey Copy Share Image
Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close, Up yonder hill the village murmur rose; There as I passed, with careless… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
“Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn: It listens, listens. Taller trees beyond Listen. The moon at the unruffled pond Stares.… — Harold Monro Copy Share Image
What's the biggest thing you've zapped with a fireball?' I asked. 'That would be a tiger,'said Nightingale. 'Well don't tell Greenpeace,' I… — Ben Aaronovitch Copy Share Image
Music exists when rhythmic, melodic or harmonic order is deliberately created, and consciously listened to, and it is only language-using, self-conscious creatures… — Roger Scruton Copy Share Image
To die, is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, Is self from self: a deadly banishment!… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Observers in the full enjoyment of their bodily senses pity me, but it is because they do not see the golden chamber… — Helen Keller Copy Share Image
The chorus-ending from Aristophanes, raised every night from every ditch that drains into the Mediterranean, hoarse and primeval as the raven's croak,… — G. M. Trevelyan Copy Share Image
When I was 12 years old, I read 'Nancy Drew' mysteries and biographies of Madame Curie and Florence Nightingale and books about… — Joyce Maynard Copy Share Image
Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales,… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
It would be as naive to study the song of the nightingale, as it would be ridiculous to try and win a… — David Bronstein Copy Share Image
Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
[ The Nightingale ]ended up being a huge undertaking - a daunting amount of research on a subject that many people know… — Megan Chance Copy Share Image
You put a spell on the dog," I said as we left the house. "Just a small one," said Nightingale. "So magic… — Ben Aaronovitch Copy Share Image
He stretched out his hands as he sang, sadly, because all beauty is sad…The poem had done no ‘good’ to anyone, but… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In these days before antiseptics, doctors themselves also suffered high mortality rates. Florence Nightingale, a nurse during the Crimean War (1853-1856), watched… — Sam Kean Copy Share Image
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Night after night the nightingale came to beg for divine love, but though the rose trembled at the sound of his voice,… — Susan Kay Copy Share Image
The mute grain turns to love songs when swallowed by the nightingale. — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
The heart is pure theater throbbing in its cage palpably as any nightingale. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I envy no man's nightingale or spring; Nor let them punish me with loss of rhyme, Who plainly say, My God, My… — George Herbert Copy Share Image
The older women were Sunbeams and I guess we were Cherubs or Lambs, but our mothers were Nightingales. — Janet Flanner Copy Share Image
I think The Nightingale is my best, most mature, most moving novel, but maybe that's just because I love these characters. I… — Megan Chance Copy Share Image
One nightingale in an interfluous wood Satiate the hungry dark with melody. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
America is the noisiest country that ever existed. One is waked up in the morning, not by the singing of the nightingale,… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Just as a musician loves music and not nightingales, and a poet loves poetry and not sunsets, a painter is not primarily… — Andre Malraux Copy Share Image
In France it was Joan of Arc; in the Crimea it was Florence Nightingale; in the deep south there was Rosa Parks;… — Larry Gatlin 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
The nightingales are sobbing in The orchards of our mothers, And hearts that we broke long ago Have long been breaking others;… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Are they really gods?" "I never worry about theological questions," said Nightingale. "They exist, they have power and they can breach the… — Ben Aaronovitch Copy Share Image