Quotes About Song

Faith and joy are the ascensive forces of song.

If we spoke less and sang songs of faith more, the world would be more Heavenly.

Faith without works is like a song you can't sing. It's about as useless as a screen door on a submarine.

Perfectly and imperfectly entwined. A Love beyond measure, a hell of circumstance; I smile, as I cry, loving you all the same. I am taken, untouchable, loyal, to my last. My Song for one, My Symphony, yours.

A bell is not a bell until someone rings it, a song is not a song until someone sings it. Love wasn't put in the heart to stay, for love isn't love till you give it away.

Ele pegou minha mão. O gesto era como o de um bardo. Mas não estávamos em um tipo de canção? Esse era o refrão que tínhamos praticado com tanta frequência.

But is there really such a thing as nothing, as nothingness? I don't now. I know we're still here, who knows for how long, ablaze with our care, its ongoing song.

If you want me to sing this Christmas song with the feeling and the meaning, you better see if you can locate that check.

Nu-i acoperi?i pieptul – A? vrea s? v?d dac? inima lui mai bate Acest trup trec?tor P?streaz? în el s?n?tatea Nemuritoare a unui întreg indestructibil Ce cânt? ?i merge Pe o melodie imposibil?. Înc? mai ascult cântecele sale Pe care nicio arm? nu le poate str?punge ?i nici focul nu le poate arde. Îl voi vedea înc? o dat? Dincolo de marea de lacrimi.

Îmi aranjez p?rul ?i, potrivindu-mi sari-ul, un cântec a început s? murmure în mine: "am nectar în inim?, îl dore?ti?

Andorinha Andorinha lá fora está dizendo: — "Passei o dia à toa, à toa!" Andorinha, andorinha, minha cantiga é mais triste! Passei a vida à toa, à toa . . .

Como dice una canción, me ha rozado el alma y me la ha cambiado, ¿cómo perdonarle el haber hecho nacer en mí las ganas de querer y de que me quieran?

I sung of chaos and eternal night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down the dark decent, and up to reascend...

I thence invoke my thy aid to my adventurous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar above the Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.

In the whole divine journey, no one else can walk your pathway. In the whole cosmic choir, no one else can sing your song.

KPS is not, and I say this with absolutely no slight intended, a brooding symphony of a novel. It's a pop song. It's meant to be light and catchy, with three minutes of hooks and choruses for you to sing along with, and then you're done and you go on with your day, hopefully with a smile on your face. I had fun writing this, and I needed to have fun writing this. We all need a pop song from time to time, particularly after a stretch of darkness.

But in the song there was a secret little inner song, hardly perceptible, but always there, sweet and secret and clinging, almost hiding in the counter-melody, and this was the Song of the Pearl That Might Be...

Kino escuchó el leve romper de las olas de la mañana en la playa. Era estupendo...Kino volvió a cerrar los ojos y atendió a su música interior. Quiza sólo él hiciera eso, y quizá lo hiciera toda su gente. Los suyos habían sido una vez grandes creadores de canciones, hasta el punto de que todo lo que veían o pensaban o hacían u oían, se convertía en canción...

With the evening the air was so full of their song that it was a kind of roaring silence. It was a veil, a background, and its sudden disappearance, as after a clap of thunder, was a shocking thing…In their millions the frog songs seemed to have a beat and a cadence, and perhaps it is the ears' function to do this just as it is the eyes' business to make stars twinkle.

It's five-sixths muscle memory, as you know. When muscle memory takes over, the heart can start to sing its song. Until then, you're stymied. You're just going through the motions.

There is no end to the things you don't understand. The mind will search for a lie to give it an answer you can understand, but one song at the right time will challenge what you accept.

If life is a song, and God is the divine conductor, I must consider these trials and troubles as the harmony of my song, for every song needs more than a melody!

I've never heard a song written from a stepmother's point of view, about their family.

If the melody is telling me this is what the song is about, then I'm sort of forced into confession, autobiography or fantasy. If I don't do that, I've hamstrung the melody.