Top 36 Quotes About Nightingales
#1. A full harvest moon lit the sky. In its glow, there appeared an old woman dressed in black lace. A shimmering veil covered her head. With her back to the old oak tree, she keened wildly. Her cry was carried by the autumn winds and lost on the wings of the nightingales.
AnneMarie Dapp
#2. Lyrical poetry is much the same an every age, as the songs of the nightingales in every spring-time.
Heinrich Heine
#3. Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus. It brought me Tears, and I remembered how often together We ran the sun down with talk ... somewhere You've long been dust, my Halicarnassian friend. But your Nightingales live on. Though the Death world Claws at everything, it will not touch them.
Callimachus
#5. Some mules just seem to be born with the hee-haw habit. Back home we call those fellows 'Missouri Nightingales'.
Maureen Daly
#6. Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.
Boris Pasternak
#7. Give me a platter of choice finnan haddie, freshly cooked in its bath of water and milk, add melted butter, a slice or two of hot toast, a pot of steaming Darjeeling tea, and you may tell the butler to dispense with the caviar, truffles and nightingales' tongues.
Craig Claiborne
#8. Just as a musician loves music and not nightingales, and a poet loves poetry and not sunsets, a painter is not primarily a person who responds to figures and landscapes. He is primarily one who loves pictures.
Andre Malraux
#9. There's nightingales calling, shooting stars falling, like jewels in the rain.
David Gray
#10. For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light.
Philip James Bailey
#11. Most of us live for the critic, and he lives on us. He doesn't sacrifice himself. He gets so much a line for writing a criticism. If the birds should read the newspapers, they would all take to changing their notes. The parrots would exchange with the nightingales, and what a farce it would be!
William Morris Hunt
#12. And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest, A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest, Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales awake; For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.
Callimachus
#13. The older women were Sunbeams and I guess we were Cherubs or Lambs, but our mothers were Nightingales.
Janet Flanner
#14. In my Craft or Sullen Art
Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
. On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and palms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Dylan Thomas
#15. Even nightingales can't be fed on fairy tales.
Ivan Turgenev
#16. Elvis Presley once said that I don't know anything about the music. It is because he is the music itself! The nightingales don't know anything about the music!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#17. His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.
Janet Fitch
#18. She trailed behind Baba and Jiji as they left the palace, nightingales singing a sad farewell.
Linda Gerber
#19. In a world without melancholy, nightingales would start burping
Emil Cioran
#20. It is quiet and peaceful here, the air is good, there are numerous gardens, and in them nightingales sing and spies lurk under the bushes.
Maxim Gorky
#21. They found themselves striding into the herald's square of a place called Mercutio before they could discuss whether it was nightingales or sparrows that sang so prettily in the woods.
Catherynne M Valente
#23. I have a million nightingales on the branches of my heart singing freedom.
Susan Straight
#24. Thus many a melody passed to and fro between the two nightingales, drunk with their passion. Those who heard them listened in delight, and so similar were the two voices that they sounded like a single chant. Born of pain and longing, their song had the power to break the unhappiness of the world.
Nizami Ganjavi
#25. Hah!" said Granny Weatherwax. "I should just say it is a folk song! I knows all about folk songs. Hah! You think you're listenin' to a nice song about ... cuckoos and fiddlers and nightingales and whatnot, and then it turns out to be about ... something else entirely," she added darkly.
Terry Pratchett
#26. Nightingales are put in cages because their songs give pleasure. Whoever heard of keeping a crow?
Rumi
#28. The nightingales are singing near The Convent of the Sacred Heart, And sang within the bloody wood When Agamemnon cried aloud, And let their liquid siftings fall To stain the stiff dishonored shroud.
T. S. Eliot
#29. The nightingales are sobbing in The orchards of our mothers, And hearts that we broke long ago Have long been breaking others; Tears are round, the sea is deep: Roll them overboard and sleep.
W. H. Auden
#30. Be motivated like the falcon,
hunt gloriously.
Be magnificent as the leopard,
fight to win.
Spend less time with
nightingales and peacocks.
One is all talk,
the other only color.
Rumi
#31. They couldn't him because he was Tarzan, Mandrake, Flash Gordon. He was Bill Shakespeare. He was Cain, Ulysses, the Flying Dutchman; he was Lot in Sodom, Dreirdre of the Sorrows, Sweeney in the nightingales among trees. He was miracle ingredient Z-247.
Joseph Heller
#33. In a world without melancholy, nightingales would start burping
Emil Cioran
#34. Agesilaus being invited once to hear a man who admirably imitated the nightingale, he declined, saying he had heard the nightingale itself.
Plutarch
#35. Lyrical poetry is much the same an every age, as the songs of the nightingales in every spring-time.
Heinrich Heine
#36. Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus. It brought me Tears, and I remembered how often together We ran the sun down with talk ... somewhere You've long been dust, my Halicarnassian friend. But your Nightingales live on. Though the Death world Claws at everything, it will not touch them.
Callimachus
#38. Some mules just seem to be born with the hee-haw habit. Back home we call those fellows 'Missouri Nightingales'.
Maureen Daly
#39. Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.
Boris Pasternak
#40. Give me a platter of choice finnan haddie, freshly cooked in its bath of water and milk, add melted butter, a slice or two of hot toast, a pot of steaming Darjeeling tea, and you may tell the butler to dispense with the caviar, truffles and nightingales' tongues.
Craig Claiborne
#41. Just as a musician loves music and not nightingales, and a poet loves poetry and not sunsets, a painter is not primarily a person who responds to figures and landscapes. He is primarily one who loves pictures.
Andre Malraux
#42. There's nightingales calling, shooting stars falling, like jewels in the rain.
David Gray
#43. A full harvest moon lit the sky. In its glow, there appeared an old woman dressed in black lace. A shimmering veil covered her head. With her back to the old oak tree, she keened wildly. Her cry was carried by the autumn winds and lost on the wings of the nightingales.
AnneMarie Dapp
#44. Most of us live for the critic, and he lives on us. He doesn't sacrifice himself. He gets so much a line for writing a criticism. If the birds should read the newspapers, they would all take to changing their notes. The parrots would exchange with the nightingales, and what a farce it would be!
William Morris Hunt
#45. And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest, A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest, Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales awake; For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.
Callimachus
#46. The older women were Sunbeams and I guess we were Cherubs or Lambs, but our mothers were Nightingales.
Janet Flanner
#47. In my Craft or Sullen Art
Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
. On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and palms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Dylan Thomas
#48. Even nightingales can't be fed on fairy tales.
Ivan Turgenev
#49. Elvis Presley once said that I don't know anything about the music. It is because he is the music itself! The nightingales don't know anything about the music!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#51. Thus many a melody passed to and fro between the two nightingales, drunk with their passion. Those who heard them listened in delight, and so similar were the two voices that they sounded like a single chant. Born of pain and longing, their song had the power to break the unhappiness of the world.
Nizami Ganjavi
#52. Were I a nightingale, I would act the part of a nightingale; were I a swan, the part of a swan.
Epictetus
#53. His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.
Janet Fitch
#54. For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light.
Philip James Bailey
#55. It is quiet and peaceful here, the air is good, there are numerous gardens, and in them nightingales sing and spies lurk under the bushes.
Maxim Gorky
#56. They found themselves striding into the herald's square of a place called Mercutio before they could discuss whether it was nightingales or sparrows that sang so prettily in the woods.
Catherynne M Valente
#58. Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.
John Keats
#59. I have a million nightingales on the branches of my heart singing freedom.
Susan Straight
#60. She trailed behind Baba and Jiji as they left the palace, nightingales singing a sad farewell.
Linda Gerber
#61. Hah!" said Granny Weatherwax. "I should just say it is a folk song! I knows all about folk songs. Hah! You think you're listenin' to a nice song about ... cuckoos and fiddlers and nightingales and whatnot, and then it turns out to be about ... something else entirely," she added darkly.
Terry Pratchett
#62. Nightingales are put in cages because their songs give pleasure. Whoever heard of keeping a crow?
Rumi
#64. The nightingales are singing near The Convent of the Sacred Heart, And sang within the bloody wood When Agamemnon cried aloud, And let their liquid siftings fall To stain the stiff dishonored shroud.
T. S. Eliot
#65. The nightingales are sobbing in The orchards of our mothers, And hearts that we broke long ago Have long been breaking others; Tears are round, the sea is deep: Roll them overboard and sleep.
W. H. Auden
#66. Be motivated like the falcon,
hunt gloriously.
Be magnificent as the leopard,
fight to win.
Spend less time with
nightingales and peacocks.
One is all talk,
the other only color.
Rumi
#67. They couldn't him because he was Tarzan, Mandrake, Flash Gordon. He was Bill Shakespeare. He was Cain, Ulysses, the Flying Dutchman; he was Lot in Sodom, Dreirdre of the Sorrows, Sweeney in the nightingales among trees. He was miracle ingredient Z-247.
Joseph Heller
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