here is no competition of sounds Between a nightingale and a violin. — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
Bismarck was a large persian cat owned by Florence Nightingale. — Florence Nightingale 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
Nightingales are put in cages because their songs give pleasure. Whoever heard of keeping a crow? — Rumi Copy Share Image
The women of the French Resistance astounded me. Isabelle and Vianne [from The Nightingale] are my homage to those brave and forgotten… — Megan Chance Copy Share Image
It is a flaw In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - It forces us in summer skies to mourn, It spoils… — John Keats Copy Share Image
The wren and the nightingale sound nothing alike, but think how dull the world would be without the songs of both birds.-Miss… — Kirby Larson Copy Share Image
Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth. — John Keats Copy Share Image
Even a man's exact imitation of the song of the nightingale displeases us when we discover that it is a mimicry, and… — Immanuel Kant Copy Share Image
Lyrical poetry is much the same an every age, as the songs of the nightingales in every spring-time. — Heinrich Heine 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
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
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
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
It is modest of the nightingale not to require anyone to listen to it; but it is also proud of the nightingale… — Anonymous 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
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think The nightingale, if she should sing… — William Shakespeare 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
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 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
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
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
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
Many books belong to sunshine, and should be read out of doors. Clover, violets, and hedge roses breathe from their leaves; they… — Robert Aris Willmott 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
Death is a great price to pay for a red rose“, cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. “… — Oscar Wilde 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
The mute grain turns to love songs when swallowed by the nightingale. — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
The nightingale appear'd the first, And as her melody she sang, The apple into blossom burst, To life the grass and violets… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image