Singing Quotes

Falling from the sky like the rain, And I fly and sing like the little birds..., Movements that are not in vain, Everything has a life made of words.

That awkward moment when you realize someone was actually home the whole time you were singing on the tops of your lungs.

There are times in life to play it safe. I'm sure you can think of several. Music is not one of them.

Anna's voice wasn't a beautiful voice - rough edged and sorrowful, a bit used, somehow male and female at once. Yet it had more vibrancy to it than most Danish voices, which were often thin and white and too pretty to trigger a shiver. Anna's voice had the heat of the south; it warmed Einar, as if her throat were red with coals.

To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.

I knew such a woman once,She gave me everything.Her love like a soft riot singing,She knew how to shine.

It wasn't that Nanny Ogg sang badly. It was just that she could hit notes which, when amplified by a tin bath half full of water, ceased to be sound and became some sort of invasive presence.

Singing the songs, writing the lyrics, emotioning the words; that is all I can do for love.

I sing a beautiful song quietly in my heart.

You might say “no, you will never do that, that’s not you, not who I know, not who I thought you were”, and I will say "watch me".

Chris was in the rocker, fully clothed, and was strumming idly onCory's guitar. "Dance, ballerina, dance," he softly chanted, and hissinging voice wasn't bad at all. Maybe we could work as musicians---atrio -if Carrie ever recovered enough to want a voice again.

Sing, then. Sing, indeed, with shoulders back, and head up so that song might go to the roof and beyond to the sky. Mass on mass of tone, with a hard edge, and rich with quality, every single note a carpet of colour woven from basso profundo, and basso, and baritone, and alto, and tenor, and soprano, and also mezzo, and contralto, singing and singing, until life and all things living are become a song.O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.

You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar wordsBut the verses never meet...

If I’m not around I hope you’ll remember me and together we will hold on to our favorite song.

Assad whistled a few notes of one of his native country's melancholic songs. It sounded as though he was whistling backwards

She let the fear burn inside her like fuel, making her voice even stronger.

If we wish to be free from evil of sin, we must study the Scriptures.

Charles Wallace and the unicorn moved through the time-spinning reaches of a far glazy, and he realized that the galaxy itself was part of a mighty orchestra, and each star and planet within the galaxy added its own instrument to the music of the spheres. As long as the ancient harmonies were sung, the universe would not entirely lose its joy.

I think of myself first as a singer, meaning an interpreter. Then I think of myself as a writer. It is an outlet I have to have. I get very hard to live with without something happening to write about.

Neruda had his first dream, First meeting with the Moon and the Sun In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart,Where he learned how to sing like a nightingale.

Sing through your grief. Don't let your thoughts weigh you down.

When there's music in your soul, there's soul in your music.

Tucker: "Today we ran into a mama grizzly with two cubs at the ridge off Colter Bay and Clara sang to it to make it go away."Mrs. Avery: You sang to it?Tucker: Her singing is that bad.

When I discovered music — when I discovered the craft of shaping a song — my being fell into place.

Swans sing before they die— 't were no bad thing Should certain persons die before they sing.

The human voice was the first instrument and remains the most powerful and effective method of musical creation and emotional transference.

I am a free soul, singing my heart out by myself no matter where I go and I call strangers my friends because I learn things and find ways to fit them into my own world. I hear what people say, rearrange it, take away and tear apart until it finds value in my reality and there I make it work. I find spaces in between the cracks and cuts where it feels empty and there I make it work.

Sing a Song before you can't Sing some Song ~

He who sings scares away his woes.

It is not only me devoted to your kindness and beauty; walk in the gardens, you will find birds singing your name.

When I was a child, Mama had the best voice of all the members of the church. She had loved to sing. Her words had soared like an angel's over the swells of the organ. In fact, I now suspected, her entire theology had been taken from the hymnal.

It was the only lullaby she would ever sing, and it was sung in Hell.

Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.

This is a day of celebration!Today, we are divorcing the pastand marrying the present.Dance,and you will find Godin every room.Today, we are divorcing resentmentand marrying forgiveness.Sing,and God will find you in every tune.Today, we are divorcing indifferenceand marrying love.Drink, and play that tambourine against your thighs.We have so much celebrating to do!