My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters… — Thomas Bailey Aldrich Copy Share Image
As I love nature, as I love singing birds, and gleaming stubble, and flowing rivers, and morning and evening, and summer and… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Night was falling. Birds were singing. Birds were, it occurred to me to say, enacting a frantic celebration of day's end. They… — George Saunders Copy Share Image
It may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives. Nourish it then, that it may leaf and bloom… — Black Elk Copy Share Image
Make fun of death. We are as dead as it gets, and we are fully aware of this joyous experience. We are… — Esther Hicks Copy Share Image
My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come. — Lois Lowry Copy Share Image
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses-showers and sunshine bring,… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
In a beautiful morning, walking barefoot to the work through the green fields with the company of the singing birds... and there… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
As I love nature, as I love singing birds...I love thee, my friend. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere.” — Amit Ray Copy Share Image
Wisdom comes with all we see, God writes His lessons in each flower, And ev'ry singing bird or bee Can teach us… — Maud Lindsay Copy Share Image
Showers and sunshine bring, Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth; To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, And one… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Being preoccupied with our self-image is like being deaf and blind. It's like standing in the middle of a vast field of… — Pema Chodron Copy Share Image
Look what thy soul holds dear, imagine it To lie that way thou goest, not whence thou com'st. Suppose the singing birds… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I saw with open eyes, Singing birds sweet, Sold in the shops, For the people to eat, Sold in the shops of,… — Ralph Hodgson Copy Share Image
