Nightingales Quotes

Nightingales Quote of the day

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.

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.

Music induces nightingales to sing, pug dogs to yelp.

The older women were Sunbeams and I guess we were Cherubs or Lambs, but our mothers were Nightingales.

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

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.

Were I a nightingale, I would act the part of a nightingale; were I a swan, the part of a swan.

Agesilaus being invited once to hear a man who admirably imitated the nightingale, he declined, saying he had heard the nightingale itself.

Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.

Lyrical poetry is much the same an every age, as the songs of the nightingales in every spring-time.

For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light.

Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.

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.

Nightingales are put in cages because their songs give pleasure. Whoever heard of keeping a crow?

I simply couldn't walk away from [ The Nightingale].

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!

The nightingale is sovereign of song.

Kathy Nightingale: What's good about sad? Sally Sparrow: It's happy for deep people.

I have a million nightingales on the branches of my heart singing freedom.

It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.

It is very normal for one ugly weed to not want to stand alone.

The angel of spring the mellow-throated nightingale.

Hark! that's the nightingale Telling the self-same tale Her song told when this ancient earth was young: So echoes answered when her song was sung In the first wooded vale.

With wine beside a gently flowing brook - this is the best