Quotes About Nightingales

Music induces nightingales to sing, pug dogs to yelp.

In the summer, on fine evenings, I love to drive late and alone in the scented forests, and when I have reached a dark part stop, and sit quite still, listening to the nightingales repeating their little tune over and over aga^n after interludes of gurgling, or if there are no nightingales, listening to the marvellous silence, and letting its blessedness descend into my very souL The nightingales in the forests about here all sing the same tune, and in the same key of (E flat).

There's nightingales calling, shooting stars falling, like jewels in the rain.

In a world without melancholy, nightingales would start burping

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.

You have done wrong, Mika, I won't allow you to faithless you chose love in the house of Penthilos A sweet song in a honey voice sings clear nightingales over dew fields.

emphasize: idyll and for all, because all human beings have always aspired to an idyll, to that garden where nightingales sing, to that realm of harmony where the world does not rise up as a stranger against man and man against other men, but rather where the world and all men are shaped from one and the same matter.

The nightingales are singing nearThe Convent of the Sacred Heart,And sang within the bloody woodWhen Agamemnon cried aloud,And let their liquid siftings fallTo stain the stiff dishonored shroud.

I'll love thee as the bee the flower In which the fragrant honey lies, As nightingales the evening hour, And as the star adores the skies. A guardian-angel, I'll watch o'er Thy soul, and every harm repel; But in return I still implore, Oh, love me truly,—love me well.

In this way, without understanding how, I entered sleep together with Christ's passion and the nightingales' warbling, just as the soul will enter Paradise.

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.

and a table in a kitchen at which the nightingales feasted on fairy tales, the angels stuffed themselves with fog

Deceive not thyself by overexpecting happiness in the married estate…. Remember the nightingales which sing only some months in the spring, but commonly are silent when they have hatched their eggs.

Ah, Shiraz! What a town! The rose gardens, the nightingales. Paradise. You know, I got a hold of some wine while I was there. I'll never forget that bouquet." Julian cleared his throat. " 'Rose petals let us scatter and fill the cup with red wine, the firmaments let us shatter and come with a new design.' " He lifted his glass in a toast to Hafez's ode to the fermented grape. Marjan met his toast with her own glass.

Some mules just seem to be born with the hee-haw habit. Back home we call those fellows 'Missouri Nightingales'.

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!