Singing Quotes

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

~ Scott Hastie

I'd rather you shot at tin cans in the back yard, but i know you'll go after birds. Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.....Mockingbirds don't do one thing to but make music for us to enjoy. They don't eat up people's garden, don't nest in corncribs,they don't do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That's why it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.

~ Harper Lee

My deservedness is more than your expectation.

~ Sushil Pandey

When I write, my soul sings.

~ Melissa Marsh

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

~ Kasey Collin P. Dumdum

She had a woman’s swagger at twelve-and-a-half. Hair: strawberry-blonde, and I vaguely recall a daisy in the crook of her ear. She was an inch taller than me, two with the ponytail; smooth cheeks and darling brown eyes that marbled in luscious contrast with her magnolia skin; cream, melting to peach, melting to pink. She beamed like a cherub without the baby fat; a tender neck; pristine lips that would never part for a dirty word. Her body--of no interest to me at the time--was wrapped from neck to toes with home-made footie pajamas, the kind they make for toddlers, but I didn’t laugh; the girl filled that silly one-piece ensemble as if it were couture.

~ Jake Vander-Ark

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.

~ Oliver

Gavin stood within the trees, observing her from the shadows. He watched the basket rise to her nose as she closed her eyes to sniff at its contents. A smile told him it smelled delicious, but she didn’t open the container to pinch off a sample. Instead, the basket lowered to swing at her side as it had previously done. All at once the air was filled with soft singing--a sweet, merry tune comprised of ludicrous lyrics. It was impossible not to grin at the

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

His voice as smooth as silk, Grant started into his standard crowd-pleaser: Sinatra’s 'My Kind of Town.

~ Jennifer Lane

I thought that some of the hymns bespoke the true religion of the place. The people didn't really want to be saints of self-deprivation and hatred of the world. They knew that the world would sooner or later deprive them of all it had given them, but still they liked it. What they came together for was to acknowledge, just by coming, their losses and failures and sorrows, their need for comfort, their faith always needing to be greater, their wish (in spite of all words and acts to the contrary) to love one another and to forgive and be forgiven, their need for one another's help and company and divine gifts, their hope (and experience) of love surpassing death, their gratitude.

~ Wendell Berry

It’s easy to sing the song, but to pray the lyrics from deep within… that’s worship!

~ Gangai Victor

When I woke up and the dark wasn't gone yet, and the dark seemed so big, then she sang soft and made the dark small again.That is the best of all things we can do for one another: Make the dark small.

~ Dean Koontz

I gladly sacrifice pear-shaped tones in favor of down-to-earth emotion.

~ Oliver

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

~ Laini Taylor

So I sang out the barbarous words - karaoke from Hell.

~ Grant Morrison

Centuries of perfectly-pitched heartbreak resound through Les' microphone as Stella and I embrace in a slow dance.

~ Daven Anderson

I couldn't help thinkin' if she was as far out o' town as she was out o' tune, she wouldn't get back in a day.

~ Sarah Orne Jewett

We come into this world crying and calling, wailing and singing; and for the first months of our life all our needs and instincts, our dissatisfactions and discoveries are immediately vocalized without apology and without censor.

~ Paul Newham

Sing before the spirits and dance with the earth deitiesAnd you will be able to compose your own tune.Then you and I, united, will clap hands joyously,Singing 'tum-tiddly-um tum-tiddly-um-tum.

~ Hongzhi Zhengjue

To one who loves birds, morning always wakes up singing.

~ Marty Rubin

I loved the different voices all singing one song, the various tones and qualities, the passing lifts of feeling, rising up and going out forever. Old Man Profet, who was a different man on Sunday, used to draw out the notes at the ends of verses so he could listen to himself, and in fact it sounded pretty.

~ Wendell Berry

I once told him that the best way to break up a fight is to step between the two people and start singing ancient folk songs. But I’d never heard of anyone actually doing such a thing.

~ David Levithan

The night seemed suddenly defiled by the absence of music, as if the silence itself was injecting a sickness that only another song could cure.

~ Jake Vander-Ark

I am running and singing and when it’s raining I’m the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it’s cleaning me. I’m the one on the other side of the party, hearing laughter and the emptying of bottles while I peacefully make my way to the river, a lonely road, following the smell of the ocean. I’m the one waking up at 4am to witness the sunrise, where the sky touches the sea, and I hold my elbows, grasping tight to whatever I’ve made of myself.

~ Charlotte Eriksson

The song just started again, and now I sang it, too. These strong hands belong to you... I found a place between two men. The first was about my age, maybe a little younger, with high cheekbones and small eyes. The other was middle-aged, with a wide forehead and bulb nose, and beside him was a man with a striking face, a square, dimpled chin and high cheekbones... and then there was another, and another--all the kinds of faces in all the colors the world calls black: brown and tan and yellow and orange, copper and bronze and gold. These strong hands belong to you... They sang--we sang--with no enthusiasm or joy. We used to sing at Bell's, crossing the yard or working on the pile, just like slaves used to sing in Old Slavery, spirituals and work songs, sly lyrics, silly lyrics, yearning for freedom or roasting Massa in nonsense words he couldn't understand. This, though--this was a different kind of singing. I looked from man to man, and they were singing mechanically, eyes front, mouths moving like puppets. Singing this dumb refrain about how much they loved their bosses and loved their work.Nothing spiritual about this. This was something else altogether.

~ Ben H. Winters

Ava sang to remind them of what was important – the things that mattered in their lives. She sang about the love of hearth and home, the fire at night in the fireplace, dinner warm on the table, a caring wife and hard-working husband who relied on each other for everything, of babies still in their cradles, toddlers climbing on knees wanting to be cuddled, of teenage boys and girls helping their parents run the homestead. She sang of warm summers and cozy winters with lots of heavy blankets, of harmony and love, well-being and gratitude for the harvest - for the bounty by which they all lived. She sang of the joy of a new life, the births of their children, the enduring love in the twilight of old age between a man and his wife - the years behind them like the building blocks of an enormous castle.

~ Mina Marial Nicoli

Nowadays what isn't worth saying is

~ Pierre-Augustin Caron De Beaumarchais

The incarnation took all that properly belongs to our humanity and delivered it back to us, redeemed. All of our inclinations and appetites and capacities and yearnings are purified and gathered up and glorified by Christ. He did not come to thin out human life; He came to set it free. All the dancing and feasting and processing and singing and building and sculpting and baking and merrymaking that belong to us, and that were stolen away into the service of false gods, are returned to us in the gospel.

~ Thomas Howard

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.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

New SongFor You, ManuelitaInside the HorizonSOMEONE WAS SINGING The voice Is not known WHERE DOES IT COME FROM Among the branches No one is to be seen The moon itself was an ear And one hears no sound However a star unnailed Has fallen into the pond THE HORIZON HAS CLOSED UP And there is no exit

~ Vicente Huidobro

I wish that life could be carefree, sunny, never cloudy- But you said that I would be in Your arms when things get crazy- so when the storm doesn't go away- I have decided to sing in the rain.

~ Moriah Peters

You can't create great vocal harmony without interpersonal harmony.

~ Deke Sharon

If you wish to make good art, then you must believe you already do. Otherwise, you will never be good enough.

~ Luhraw

Sing your own song. There are always some earnest listeners.

~ Amit Ray

That was how we spoke, my mother and I: in puns and games and rhymes. In, you might say, lyrics. This was our tragedy. We were language's magpies by nature, stealing whatever sounded bright and shiny. We were tinpan alleycats, but the gift of music had been withheld. We could not sing along, though we always knew the words. Still, defiantly, we roared our tuneless roars, we fell off the high notes and were trampled by the low ones. And if bitter ices were the consequence, well, there were worse fates in the world than that.

~ Salman Rushdie

The last thing I remembered was joining the crew in a rendition of “Take to the Sky,” but the rest of the time blurred after I drank absinthe with the Captain.

~ Katherine Mcintyre

All my friends are bums. We all gather round our camp-fire (in a can) and sing songs of togetherness as we cuddle, to preserve our warmth...

~ Will Advise

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

~ M.f. Moonzajer

In the third place he comes on to the chiefe Organ, that is, the instrument wherewith they should sing. It is not with the Organs of the Papists, no not with thy tongue; but it is with the heart, and with the affection of a well-ruled heart. Therefore as a fiddler, or any that playes on an Instrument tempers his Instrument, that a sweete harmonie may be heard of it: Even so before thou sing, temper thou thy heart; and let thy song rise, not from thy throte, but from the depth of thine heart, that is from thine affections set upon God.

~ Robert Rollock

My angel-boy is close now, as in five-feet-away close. There's no way I'm going to burst into song in front of him. But then the contrary part of me says, you're going to let a boy keep you from singing out loud? Sing, sister! Sing!So I do, and my angel-boy turns his head.

~ Lauren Myracle