— Lois Lowry, Taking Care of Terrific
„The human heart is a great green tree, and many strange birds come and sing in its branches; a few build nests, but most are from far lands north and south, and never come again.“
— Frank Crane American Presbyterian minister 1861 - 1928
Four Minute Essays Vol. 5 (1919), The Human Heart
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe German writer, artist, and politician 1749 - 1832
Wilhelm Meister's Lehrjahre (Apprenticeship) (1786–1830), Ich singe, wie der Vogel singt Der in den Zweigen wohnet. Bk. II, Ch. 11
„Abu Hurayra reported that the Prophet, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, said, "People will enter the Garden [paradise] whose hearts are like the hearts of birds."“
— Muhammad Arabian religious leader and the founder of Islam 570 - 632
Sunni Hadith, Riyadh-as-Saliheen by Imam Al-Nawawi, volume 1, hadith number 77
— R.S. Thomas Welsh poet 1913 - 2000
Tares (1961), "Here"
„You are sweet, O Love, dear Love,
You are soft as the nesting dove.
Come to my heart and bring it rest
As the bird flies home to its welcome nest.“
— Paul Laurence Dunbar, Invitation to Love
Invitation to Love, in the 1913 collection of his work, The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar.
— Andrew Biersack American singer-songwriter 1990
„My heart is like the willow
That bends, but never breaks.
It sighs when summer jilts her,
It sings when April wakes.“
— Yip Harburg American song lyricist 1896 - 1981
Rhymes for the Irreverent (1965), Context: My heart is like the willow That bends, but never breaks. It sighs when summer jilts her, It sings when April wakes. So you, who come a-smiling With summer in your eyes, Think not that your beguiling Will take me by surprise. My heart's prepared for aching The moment you take wing. But not, my friend, for breaking While there's another spring. "Irreverent Heart"
— Thomas Campbell British writer 1777 - 1844
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919), Ode to the Memory of Burns
„What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and blue-birds that sang upon the bough when it was in blossom last Spring. In Summer whole flocks of them come fluttering about the fruit-trees under the window: so I have singing birds all the year round.“
— Thomas Bailey Aldrich American poet, novelist, editor 1836 - 1907
Miss Mehitabel's Son; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
„A clouded dream on an earthly night
Hangs upon the crescent moon
A voiceless song in an ageless light
Sings at the coming dawn
Birds in flight are calling there
Where the heart moves the stones
It's there that my heart is calling
All for the love of you“
— Loreena McKennitt Canadian musician and composer 1957
The Mask and Mirror (1994), The Mystic's Dream
— Julio Iglesias Spanish recording artist; singer-songwriter 1943
On singing in "Julio Iglesias says 50-year singing career is 'a miracle'" https://www.reuters.com/article/us-people-julio-iglesias/julio-iglesias-says-50-year-singing-career-is-a-miracle-idUSKCN1T60WU in Reuters (2019 Jun 5)
— Matt Groening American cartoonist 1954
„In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.“
— George Gordon Byron English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement 1788 - 1824
Stanzas to Augusta (1816), reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
„Does the sweet morning rise,
Bride-like, from sleep,
When their first revelries
Bird and bee keep,
Singing out joyously
In the green tree?
Then, when my hopes are high,
Think I of thee.“
— Letitia Elizabeth Landon English poet and novelist 1802 - 1838
The London Literary Gazette, 1833-1835, (5th January 1833) Songs
„I am a bird from mountains you don't know.
My throat feels itchy—so I start to chirp
when sings the morning wind among the leaves,
when dreams the moon at midnight in the blue.
Perched on a branch, the bird longs for its brook—
it will break into song and not know why.
Its ditties cannot make the fruits grow ripe;
its carols cannot help the flowers bloom.
It's profitless to sing, and yet the bird
will burst its throat and heart to sing its best.“
— Xuân Diệu Vietnamese poet 1916 - 1985
"Foreword to a book of poems", in An Anthology of Vietnamese Poems, trans. Huỳnh Sanh Thông (Yale University Press, 1996), <small>ISBN 978-0300064100</small>