Quotes About Birds Songs

#1. You only need to walk in mindfulness, making peaceful, happy steps on our planet. Breathe deeply, and enjoy your breathing. Be aware that the sky is blue and the birds' songs are beautiful. Enjoy being alive and you will help the living Christ and the living Buddha continue for a long, long time.

Nhat Hanh

#2. They were making a riotous noise, but it was much more like music - rather advanced music which you don't quite take in at the first hearing - than birds' songs ever are in our world.

C.S. Lewis

#3. Right now the day length is exactly the same as in spring when birds key into it and begin singing. The birds are a little confused by it all and the singing isn't very intense. It only lasts a week or so each fall, but it's still cool to hear spring bird songs at this time of the year.

Craig Thompson

#4. To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing.

Rabindranath Tagore

#5. It strikes Werner just then as wondrously futile to build splendid buildings, to make music, to sing songs, to print huge books full of colorful birds in the face of the seismic, engulfing indifference of the world - what pretensions humans have!

Anthony Doerr

#6. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

Rabindranath Tagore

#7. Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp - everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.

E.B. White

#8. The sun rose yellow as a lemon.
The sky was round and blue.
The birds looped clear water songs in the air.
Will and Jim leaned from their windows.
Nothing had changed.
Except the look in Jim's eyes.
"Last night ... " said Will. "Did or didn't it happen?

Ray Bradbury

#9. The screech and mechanical uproar of the big city turns the citified head, fills citified ears - as the song of birds, wind in the trees, animal cries, or as the voices and songs of his loved ones once filled his heart. He is sidewalk-happy.

Frank Lloyd Wright

#10. Like humans, birds mourn the loss of fledglings and mates. There are a thousand variant weeping songs to sing. I had to sign mine and get on with it. That is what I did

Michele Young-Stone

#11. I never for a day gave up listening to the songs of our birds, or watching their peculiar habits, or delineating them in the best way I could.

John James Audubon

#12. As a kid in Africa, you were so connected to nature itself because you went farming, watched the moon out at night, observed how the sky was different, and how the birds chanted different songs in the evening and the morning.

Ishmael Beah

#13. Lonely trees are not lonely; they have their eternal companies: Songs of the birds; shadows of the clouds; lights of the Moon; whispers of the winds ... Lonely trees are not lonely!

Mehmet Murat Ildan

#14. Writing songs is like capturing birds without killing them. Sometimes you end up with nothing but a mouthful of feathers.

Tom Waits

#15. I sit in my tree I sing like the birds My beak is my pen My songs are my poems.

David Almond

#16. All birds and men are sure to die but songs may live forever.

Ken Follett

#17. Every single song has its own individual character and you can't treat each song the same way, because it wants to be treated differently and there are songs that are like scared birds that you have to sneak up on over the course of months in the woods.

Tom Waits

#18. I think people who don't believe in God are crazy. How can you say there is no God when you hear the birds singing these beautiful songs you didn't make?

Little Richard

#19. Stray birds of the summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
O TROUPE of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words ...

Rabindranath Tagore

#20. I cannot sing the old songs Though well I know the tune, Familiar as a cradle-song With sleep-compelling croon; Yet though I'm filled with music, As choirs of summer birds, I cannot sing the old songs
I do not know the words.

Robert Jones Burdette

#21. At last came the golden month of the wild folk-- honey-sweet May, when the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.

Samuel Scoville Jr.

#22. Like some wondrous birds out of fairy tales, books sang their songs to me and spoke to me as though communing with one languishing in prison; they sang of the variety and richness of life, of man's audacity in his strivings towards goodness and beauty.

Maxim Gorky

#23. All the birds who were never born, all the songs that were never sung and so can only exist in the imagination.
And this one is Teddy's.

Kate Atkinson

#24. The gene that enables birds to learn songs can become cancer-causing. There is no normal physiological process that can't be bastardized by the disease.

Siddhartha Mukherjee

#25. I went to Morocco, joined a band called Pegasus, ran out of money, went to Gibraltar and worked on the docks, writing songs about the sun and the morning and the birds.

Graham Parker

#26. My brother was kidnapped by birds. My friend was captured by coyotes. And I nearly forgot: My bike is broken. Sounds like a country song. If country songs were really, really weird.

Colin Meloy

#27. We can hear your voice
We can hear it through the songs of praise
We can hear it through the birds
We can hear it through the wind
We can hear your voice in our hearts
We can hear your voice in our minds
We can hear you through everyhing

April Nichole

#28. The wren and the nightingale sound nothing alike, but think how dull the world would be without the songs of both birds.-Miss Kanagawa

Kirby Larson

#29. I've been thinking ... Maybe you're a mockingbird ... Mockingbirds imitate the songs of other birds ... No, I've never heard of any copyright problems.

Charles M. Schulz

#30. I like the idea of songs sung by those without big voices. You know, small birdsongs that rise above the noise of the city.

Kyo Maclear

#31. Knowing the songs - and I'm still learning - lets one envision birds you can hear but can't see. And as always, the ability to envision what is just out of sight is more important than merely seeing what's right in front of you.

Carl Safina

#32. Whisking through the clouds as the birds pass by
Ignoring all the storms that try to ruin the sky
Chasing the setting sun
Forever
And ever
Never let the day be done
No never
Never

Shannon Messenger

#33. Whoever says that all music is prohibited, let him also claim that the songs of birds are prohibited.

Al-Ghazali

#34. I was a beach boy, and I believe I learned my songs from the birds of the Brazilian forest.

Antonio Carlos Jobim

#35. I listen
as I eat the street for supper,
listen to the pain songs
of Mexico.
Flashes of returning
come with the birds.

Joseph Ceravolo

#36. In the nights sometimes now he'd wake in the back and freezing waste out of softly colored worlds of human love, the songs of birds, the sun.

Cormac McCarthy

#37. The birds, on the other hand, were going crazy. They filled the air with chirps and trills and songs. It was probably sparrow for Holy shit, what's going on, we're all gonna die, but it sounded pretty.

James S.A. Corey

#38. The perfume of the flowers and of the bay tree are wafted on high, like incense. The birds sing sweet songs of praise to their Creator. In the tops of the trees, the soughing of the wind is like the hushed prayers of the multitude in some vast cathedral. Here the heart of man becomes impressionable.

William Wendt

#39. The sounds of extinct birds may be preserved in the songs of mockingbirds

Jerry Spinelli

#40. It was November
the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.

L.M. Montgomery

#41. I should have been afraid, walking through a mountainside in the dark by myself. Instead I felt safe, surrounded by the songs of birds, engulfed by the scents of sweet moss and pine, and cocooned in a mist that contained a little bit of magic.

Cecelia Ahern

#42. Heaven above was blue, and earth beneath was green; the river glistened like a path of diamonds in the sun; the birds poured forth their songs from the shady trees; the lark soared high above the waving corn; and the deep buzz of insects filled the air.

Charles Dickens