Birdsong Quote by Ruth Downie Download Open image ““Sparrows and pigeons and a blackbird were celebrating the morning in the courtyard.”” — Ruth Downie ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.8 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Birdsong Mornings
“morning was in the room and pigeons were gargling on the fire escape.” — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
“That was one of the most rewarding things about spending nights in the open. Birds were bound to wake you up, and whether they… — Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o Copy Share Image
“From outside came a sudden and loud music of birds celebrating their existence.” — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“The men in black walked back across the field, back to their dry homes, like crows returning to the nest. I trailed behind them,… — Laura Bickle Copy Share Image
“...a new day was starting, the things of the garden were not concerned with our troubles. A blackbird ran across the rose-garden to the… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“She was seen one day sitting on a roof and talking to some sparrows who were just out of her reach. She was telling… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
“I AWAKENED THAT MORNING to birdsong. It was only the little yellow bird who lives in the locust tree outside our bedroom window,” — Thomas Tryon Copy Share Image
“Presently, one after another, like shyly hopping sparrows, her friends arrived, black against the snow.” — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“...the great black bird broods outside my window in the high dark night waiting to enfold me when I leave the house tomorrow only… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
“They were halfway across the road when a birdcall tugged her back, pulling at some strange, secret part of her. A crow, she thought, from its husky caw---she had already learned to recognize most of the birds that sang in her parents' garden, and crows were her favorite. There was something intelligent---almost human---about their sly voices and dark, luminous eyes.… — Emilia Hart Copy Share
“For a breathtaking moment; I spoke the language of the fleeing leaves When the sky is shrouded in darkness Of incoming Ravens in black… — Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann Copy Share Image
“There were many things a man might think he should be told when a woman agreed to marry him. She had choose not to… — Ruth Downie Copy Share Image
“I seem to remember sitting on a golden bench, and she started chattering about the sunset, or something. She seemed quite happy so I… — Ruth Downie Copy Share Image
“But, when she was alone, someone rapped on the door and she found herself on her feet, knife in hand, before she had time… — Ruth Downie Copy Share Image
“...a little knowledge would unlock the gates to vast and unsuspected gates of ignorance.” — Ruth Downie Copy Share Image
“But she’s only a woman!” The watch captain shook his head again. “So was Helen of Troy, sir. Look what she started.” — Ruth Downie Copy Share Image
“The Empress Sabina had long ago formed her own theory about the nonsense in travel books. No traveler, having gone to the expense and… — Ruth Downie Copy Share Image
“That was one of the bad things about being able to read: people could nag you from a great distance.” — Ruth Downie Copy Share Image
“But how can an ordinary girl not know this? Had Varana's mother not bothered to teach her anything at all or just shouted complaints… — Ruth Downie Copy Share Image
“He tried the diversion of reciting all the bones in the body, working down the left side, down to the toes and then back… — Ruth Downie Copy Share Image
“Quid nomen tibi est? She was not about to offer her name up to a stranger. It was almost the only thing she possessed… — Ruth Downie 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
Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say. — Rumi 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
