Birdsong Quote by Rumi Download Open image “Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.” — Rumi ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.1 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Birdsong Ecstatic Longing Relief
“Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say! Please, universal soul, practice some… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Everybody loves birdsong. It's a human need... the sound of birds gives a deep, if sometimes almost unnoticed, pleasure — Simon Barnes 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 by everything… — Kyo Maclear Copy Share Image
I walk through the seasons and always the birds are singing and screaming and keening for love When you're with me it seems so… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I really like birds. Everyone always wants me to say that I can't stand to go near them, just like they want Janet Leigh… — Tippi Hedren Copy Share Image
People find birdsong relaxing and reassuring because over thousands of years, they have learnt when the birds sing, they are safe; it's when birds… — Julian Treasure Copy Share Image
I always loved those little creatures [hummingbird], always feel blessed when they appear nearby. There's a magical quality to them. I finally put one… — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Some of the most beautiful bird calls are cries of distress and fear....these sculptures are a way for me to express my cry. — Kari Byron Copy Share Image
And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. — Rumi Copy Share Image
We began as mineral. We emerged into plant life, and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you. — Rumi Copy Share Image
“You’ve so distracted me, your absence fans my love. Don’t ask how. Then you come near. “Do not…” I say, and “Do not…,” you… — Rumi Copy Share Image
There is something to be said for anyone who sits alone with dignity and silently begs for God. — Rumi Copy Share Image
Tis easy to break an idol, very easy: to regard the self as easy to subdue is folly, folly. — Rumi Copy Share Image
People who record birdsong generally do it very early-before six o'clock-if they can. Soon after that, the invasion of distant noise in most woodland… — Richard Adams 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 sunrise around… — Colin Thiele Copy Share Image
“Facts swooped like swallows, darting across her mind; there was a rush of pride in things still remembered. Singing was limited to the perching… — Tracy Guzeman 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 truth. They… — Kurt Cobain 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 the sky… — Melissa Coleman Copy Share Image
I would like to die as I have lived disappear among the tundra winds be transformed into birdsong — Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa Copy Share Image
“As I stood, I took in a last breath of spring-scented air, listened to the birdsong, and then saw a member of wildlife the… — Rob Thurman Copy Share Image
“So who is she? No wait, let me guess. Skin of the finest porcelain. Hair of the softest silk. A voice like birdsong, a… — Alethea Kontis Copy Share Image
I dream of land, cut only where streams glistened with birdsong wander through quiet hills burnt hard by the scrape of wind, and of… — Nancy E. Turner 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 birds; I… — Johnny Cash Copy Share Image
My sudden, unforeseen capitulation had knocked me backward, and I had nothing to hold on to. My internal weather was eerily calm, as if… — Kate Christensen Copy Share Image
“Sparrows and pigeons and a blackbird were celebrating the morning in the courtyard.” — Ruth Downie Copy Share Image