Birdsong Quotes

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better-sparrow-living-dead-than-no-birdsong-at-all-catullus
unlike-many-other-sounds-theres-no-maximum-exposure-to-birdsong
birdsong-brings-relief-to-my-longing-i-am-just-as-ecstatic-as-they-are-but-with-nothing-to-say-rumi
birdsong-foamed-in-hourbeforedawn-garden-david-mitchell
i-would-like-to-dieas-i-have-liveddisappear-among-tundra-windsbe-transformed-into-birdsong-nilsaslak-valkeapaa
i-woke-early-like-condemned-man-to-naivety-birdsong-nick-drake
because-birdsong-might-be-pretty-but-its-not-for-you-they-sing-and-if-you-think-my-winter-is-too-cold-you-dont-deserve-my-spring-erin-hanson
everybody-loves-birdsong-its-human-need-sound-birds-gives-deep-if-sometimes-almost-unnoticed-pleasure-simon-barnes
i-remember-as-child-my-grandmother-read-to-me-silent-spring-it-was-incomprehensible-to-me-that-there-could-be-world-without-birdsong-terry-tempest-williams
true-solitude-is-a-din-of-birdsong-seething-leaves-whirling-colors-or-a-clamor-of-tracks-in-the-snow
the-crack-bat-sound-baseballs-thumping-into-gloves-infield-chatter-are-like-birdsong-to-baseball-starved-w-p-kinsella
people-who-record-birdsong-generally-do-it-earlybefore-six-oclockif-they-can-soon-after-that-invasion-distant-noise-in-most-woodland-becomes-too-richard-adams
one-beauties-working-in-radio-is-way-whole-setting-can-be-richly-evoked-simply-by-addition-to-track-little-birdsong-church-bell-in-peter-blegvad
bring-awareness-to-many-subtle-sounds-nature-the-rustling-leaves-in-wind-raindrops-falling-the-humming-insect-the-first-birdsong-at-dawn-eckhart-tolle
silent-summer-neverending-heat-wave-devoid-birdsong-insect-hum-all-weird-wonderful-living-noises-that-subconsciously-keep-us-company-mark-lynas
silence-it-has-sound-fullness-its-heavy-with-sigh-tree-space-between-breaths-its-ripe-with-pause-between-birdsong-crash-surf-its-golden-they-say-but-no-one-tells-us-its-addictive
a-birdsong-can-even-for-moment-make-whole-world-into-sky-within-us-because-we-feel-that-bird-does-not-distinguish-between-its-heart-worlds-rainer-maria-rilke
the-limitless-lowering-sky-long-stretches-motionless-empty-prairie-silence-complete-right-down-to-absence-birdsong-who-knows-what-decides-man-to-leave-most-his-words-unspoken-lar
every-summer-there-are-number-nights-not-many-but-number-when-everything-is-perfect-the-light-warmth-smells-mist-birdsong-moths-who-can-sleep-who-wants-to-fredrik-sjeberg
im-reading-sebastian-faulkss-birdsong-at-moment-i-read-it-when-i-was-younger-but-decided-to-re-read-it-as-i-remembered-really-liking-it-at-time
i-dream-land-cut-only-where-streams-glistened-with-birdsong-wander-through-quiet-hills-burnt-hard-by-scrape-wind-porch-from-which-single-road-nancy-e-turner
people-find-birdsong-relaxing-reassuring-because-over-thousands-years-they-have-learnt-when-birds-sing-they-are-safe-its-when-birds-stop-singing-that-people-need-to-worry
romance-blossomed-over-carrier-bag-full-mackerel-it-wasnt-exactly-how-i-imagined-it-would-happen-there-were-no-sunsets-butterflies-birdsong-just-some-smelly-dead-fish-slimy-carri
Ah, I believe Schacht. Only too willingly; that's to say, I think what he says is absolutely true, for the world is incomprehensibly crass, tyrannical, moody, and cruel to sickly and sensitive people. Well, Schacht will stay here for the time being. We laughed at him a bit, when he arrived, that can't be helped either, Schacht is young and after all can't be allowed to think there are special degrees, advantages, methods, and considerations for him. He has now had his first disappointment, and I'm convinced that he'll have twenty disappointments, one after the other. Life with its savage laws is in any case for certain people a succession of discouragements and terrifying bad impressions. People like Schacht are born to feel and suffer a continuous sense of aversion. He would like to admit and welcome things, but he just can't. Hardness and lack of compassion strike him with tenfold force, he just feels them more acutely. Poor Schacht. He's a child and he should be able to revel in melodies and bed himself in kind, soft, carefree things. For him there should be secret splashings and birdsong. Pale and delicate evening clouds should waft him away in the kingdom of Ah, What's Happening to Me? His hands are made for light gestures, not for work. Before him breezes should blow, and behind him sweet, friendly voices should be whispering. His eyes should be allowed to remain blissfully closed, and Schacht should be allowed to go quietly to sleep again, after being wakened in the morning in the warm, sensuous cushions. For him there is, at root, no proper activity, for every activity is for him, the way he is, improper, unnatural, and unsuitable. Compared with Schacht I'm the trueblue rawboned laborer. Ah, he'll be crushed, and one day he'll die in a hospital. or he'll perish, ruined in body and soul, inside one of our modern prisons.

Robert Walser
ah-i-believe-schacht-only-too-willingly-thats-to-say-i-think-what-he-says-is-absolutely-true-for-world-is-incomprehensibly-crass-tyrannical-moody-cruel-to-sickly-sensitive-people
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