Quotes About Song

The song of the Soul is freedom, joy, and eternal bliss; the song of the Soul is love to all mankind; the song of the Soul is you.

Poetry is mother-tongue of the human race; as gardening is older than agriculture; painting than writing; song than declamation; parables,—than deductions; barter,—than trade.

Poetry is the mother-tongue of the human race; just as gardening is older than the cultivated field; painting than writing; song than declamation; parables than syllogisms; barter than trade

I sing as the bird singsThat lives in the boughs.

And those whom once my song had cheered and gladdened, If still they live, rove through the world now saddened.

The life of every river sings its own song, but in most the song is long marred by the discords of misuse.

My soul is full of whispered song,-My blindness is my sight;The shadows that I feared so longAre full of life and light.

I really feel there's no limitation on what this band can do in the studio or on the stage. That's an empowering feeling - that we can bring a song to life.

The air is crowded with birds -- beautiful, tender, intelligent birds -- to whom life is a song.

The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame Over his living head like heaven is bent, An early but enduring monument, Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song In sorrow.

In whatever form it takes, life sings because it has a song. The meaning is in the lyrics.

Steeping my life in beauty brings color to my days and a song to my heart

She was born in Baton Rouge, her favorite song was In My Life.

Life is the thing--the song of life-- The eager plow, the thirsty knife!

anyone lived in a pretty how town(with up so floating many bells down)spring summer autumn winterhe sang his didn't he danced his did.

Singin' in the Rain was most excellent if you like movies where people burst into song and tap-dance. Which I do, though not as much as I like movies where people don't.

The song: Our youth is wasted We will not waste it Remember my name 'Cause we made history Na na na na, na na

Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.

Faith and joy are the ascensive forces of song.

It came upon the midnight clear,That glorious song of old,From angels bending near the earthTo touch their harps of gold:"Peace on the earth, good will to menFrom heav'n's all-gracious King."The world in solemn stillness layTo hear the angels sing.

Fierce wars and faithful loves shall moralize my song.

To Those Without Pity Cruel of heart, lay down my song. Your reading eyes have done me wrong. Not for you was the pen bitten, And the mind wrung, and the song written.

Take up the song; forget the epitaph.

Still must the poet as of old, In barren attic bleak and cold, Starve, freeze, and fashion verses to Such things as flowers and song and you; Still as of old his being give In Beauty's name, while she may live, Beauty that may not die as long As there are flowers and you and song.