Nature Sounds Quotes

At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water

Mountain-rose petals Falling, falling, falling now... Waterfall music

The sound of the sea, the curve of a horizon, wind in leaves, the cry of a bird leave manifold impression in us. And suddenly, without our wishing it at all, one of these memories spills from us and finds expression in musical language...I want to sing my interior landscape with the simple artlessness of a child.

The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.

Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.

The least thing upset him on the links. He missed short putts because of the uproar of the butterflies in the adjoining meadows.

If I were queen for a day, every city would have to spend one hour in utter silence: no music in shops and restaurants, no honking of horns, no conversations on mobile phones. Only birds would be allowed to sing.

And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,/ Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.

Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.

I want to make sound effects for biomes. If you're walking along a river you hear the water, then in the forest you hear birds, but as night comes in, it becomes kind of weird, you can walk through a desert, a swamp, and the sounds merge and change with you.

I give bird songs to those who dwell in cities and have never heard them, make rhythms for those who know only military marches or jazz, and paint colors for those who see none.

All of nature begins to whisper its secrets to us through its sounds. Sounds that were previously incomprehensible to our soul now become the meaningful language of nature.

Who publishes the sheet-music of the winds or the music of water written in river-lines?

The rumble of the life outside was like the sound of the sea which was rising gradually around her.

And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.

But animated nature sweeter still, to soothe and satisfy the human ear.

When I was walking in the mountains with the Japanese man and began to hear the water, he said, 'What is the sound of the waterfall?' 'Silence,' he finally told me.

In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny leaves dancing on a summer morning.

The birds they sangat the break of day.Start again!!I heard them say

What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone, in the forest, at night, cherished by this wonderful, unintelligible, perfectly innocent speech, the most comforting speech in the world, the talk that rain makes by itself all over the ridges, and the talk of the watercourses everywhere in the hollows! Nobody started it, nobody is going to stop it. It will talk as long as it wants this rain. As long as it talks I am going to listen.

I listened to birds and crickets, looking for the ways that rhythm appears most naturally in the world. I listened to the Smithsonian's field recordings of pygmy choirs from Africa.

When a man lives with God, his voice shall be as sweet as the murmur of the brook and rustle of the corn.