Quotes About Song

We wanted to be successful, we wanted to shoot a video. We just wrote a song and we were like, 'OK, let's go onstage! Let's shoot a video for it!' That was always our dream... We just wanted to have fans and a crowd who would listen.

Those emotions that are really strong, the ones that inspire a song, you can hold onto that. You can let it marinate for years and keep writing about it even better than you did then.

Like 'Daddy Cool' was the first song that opened the door of success. So it was extremely special and I will always sing that song.

Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb.

For lo, what changes time can bring! The cycles of revolving years May free my heart from all its fears, And teach my lips a song to sing. Before yon field of trembling gold Is garnered into dusty sheaves, Or ere the autumn's scarlet leaves Flutter as birds adown the wold, I may have run the glorious race, And caught the torch while yet aflame, And called upon the holy name Of Him who now doth hide His face. ARONA.

The joy of a caged bird was in her voice.

Ever since they left Thies, the women had not stopped singing. As soon as one group allowed the refrain to die, another picked it up, and new verses were born at the hazard of chance or inspiration, one word leading to another and each finding, in its turn, its rhythm and its place. No one was very sure any longer where the song began, or if it had an ending. It rolled out over its own length, like the movement of a serpent. It was as long as a life.

Half a league Half a league Half a league onward With a hey-nonny-nonny And a hot cha-cha.

My duty moves along with my song: I am I am not: that is my destiny. I exist not if I do not attend to the pain of those who suffer: they are my pains. For I cannot be without existing for all, for all who are silent and oppressed, I come from the people and I sing for them: my poetry is song and punnishment.

I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men, when fighting with them, when saying all their say in my song. Pablo Neruda- Ode to the Book

oh reaper of my evening song, how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

U tebi rijeke pjevaju, s njima duša mi bježi onako kako želiš i donde dokle ho?eš.

Nunca solo, contigo, tierra Contigo el mar, la vida, cuanto soy, cuanto doy y cuanto canto, esta materia amor, la tierra, el mar, el pan, la vida

I had loved studying the map because it was a printed explanation of where I had been placed on earth. It was a love song to location, a psalm of praise to both measurement and extent.

No song, no peace, no poetry, no end of days, and no forgetting.

A música vivia, mas o mundo estava morto. E a canção morreria um dia, pensou, mas como voltaria o mundo à vida? Como voltaria o seu sal?

The music lived, but the world was dead. And the song would die one day, she thought, but how would the world come back to life? How would its salt come back?

They sat in silence until the howl of a distant coyote made her shiver. He sings for his mate, Cade reassured her. Does he think the sound of his loneliness will attract her? Lily asked wryly. I'm sure it is the beauty of his song. His voice contained almost a hint of a chuckle. I'm sure that's what he thinks. Her scoffing hid an undertone of bitterness, and Cade was silent for a while. Men often hide their fears with actions, he finally said. By

I set out on my trip, imbued with the spirit of old Omar: Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!

We must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence, to find that enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song. But in that dance, and in that song, the most ancient rites of our conscience fulfill themselves in the awareness of being human. —Pablo Neruda, Toward the Splendid City

and then of course the music sprang up, lousy rock as bold and dull as a giant potato. "Love this song," Todd said, like it was unusually brave to like what was number one on the radio...

Another song," Allison says. "The one by that band, from when I was in high school, that saved my life the way songs do.

But we're not humanity, we're just one culture - one culture out of hundreds of thousands that have lived their vision on this planet and sung their song. If it were humanity that needed changing, then we'd be out of luck. But it isn't humanity that needs changing, it's just...us.

Love is a song that never ends.