“ Everywhere I go, your beauty spills into my day. The trees were never this verdant. The birdsong never this sweet. Kamand Kojouri
“ Their song reminds me of a child’s neighborhood rallying cry—ee-ock-ee—with a heartfelt warble at the end. But it is their call that is especially endearing. The towhee has the brass and grace to call… Annie Dillard
“ Quartering the topmost branches of one of the tall trees, an invisible bird was striving to make the day seem shorter, exploring with a long-drawn note the solitude that pressed it on every side, but… Marcel Proust
“ But, even when angry, she had a voice that would put finches in their place and lull them to silence. S.D. Lawendowski
“ And I've been thinking: if the human race manages to destroy itself, as it often seems to want to do, or if some great disaster comes, as it did for the dinosaurs, then the birds will still manage to… David Almond
“ When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere. Amit Ray
“ We like to romanticize the wild, raw, majestic beauty of nature. But when you take a closer look, nature is really just a giant fuckfest. That beautiful bird chirping? It's a mating call. That pretty… Oliver Markus
“ Only five minutes later he noticed a dozen crocuses growing round the foot of an old tree- gold and purple and white. Then came a sound even more delicious than the sound of water. Close beside the pa… C.S. Lewis
“ Every springI hear the thrush singingin the glowing woodshe is only passing through.His voice is deep,then he lifts it until it seemsto fall from the sky.I am thrilled.I am grateful.Then, by the end o… Mary Oliver
