Quotes About Song

This is "poetry," this song of the wind across teeth, this message from the flayed tongue to the flayed ear.

Yes, good, kind Crake. I will stop telling this story if you sing. Because it makes me forget what I am telling.

He held a knife against her breast, As into his arms she pressed, sang the girl. I could just leave, thought Richard. But he didn't want to do that. Oh Willy Willy, don't you murder me, I'm not prepared for eternity. Sex and violence, he thinks now. A lot of the songs were about that. We didn't even notice. We thought it was art.

Come ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of Harvest-home!

Part of the power of song is that it is a beautiful expression of devotion...singing releases the pent-up joy and thanksgiving we feel because of God's grace and goodness.

Best of all is it to preserve everything in a pure, still heart, and let there be for every pulse a thanksgiving, and for every breath a song.

The height of devotion is reached when reverence and contemplation produce passionate worship, which in turn breaks forth in thanksgiving and praise in word and song.

Brotherton So once in every year we throng Upon a day apart To praise the Lord with feast and song In thankfulness of heart.

There is no time in modern agriculture for a farmer to write a poem or compose a song

Bobby McGee' was the song that made the difference for me. Every time I sing it, I still think of Janis.

Considering the amount of information we're bombarded by, it's amazing if a song can transcend time.

Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave. SONG OF SOLOMON 8:6

Life is like a recycling center, where all the concerns and dramas of humankind get recycled back and forth across the universe. But what you have to offer is your own sensibility, maybe your own sense of humor or insider pathos or meaning. All of us can sing the same song, and there will still be four billion different renditions.

I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.

You'll sing a song of victory eternally, though there is none to be had.

Whenever there is stillness there is the still small voice, God's speaking from the whirlwind, nature's old song, and dance...

You can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world's hard work.

All of us sing more from sorrow than from joy. It is tragedy that leaves a mark on the mind and calls for the tribute of a song. Happiness is its own gift, and needs no other. The Songcatchers

Imagination is the politics of dreams; imagination turns every word into a bottle rocket. . . . Imagine every day is Independence Day and save us from traveling the river changed; save us from hitchhiking the long road home. Imagine an escape. Imagine that your own shadow on the wall is a perfect door. Imagine a song stronger than penicillin. Imagine a spring with water that mends broken bones. Imagine a drum which wraps itself around your heart. Imagine a story that puts wood in the fireplace.

She's gone, she's gone.' Paul sang the chorus of that Hall & Oates song. He sang without irony, for he was a twenty-first-century American who'd been taught to mourn his small and large losses by singing Top 40 hits.

Ash paused as he entered the house to find the three women lined up and... singing to... dear gods, anything but this. Fergilicious. All he needed was for Simi to be here and off-key with them since it was her favorite song and he'd spent the better part of the last year cursing whoever was dumb enough to introduce that song to a hormonal teenaged demon. Worst part? Simi wanted him to call her Similicious.

I'm sorry. I was just thinking of that stupid song, 'Seasons in the Sun.' You know, 'we had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.' Good grief, I should be a mental patient. (Cassandra) You have more strength than any warrior I have known. Don't ever apologize to me again for those few times when you show your fear to me, Cassandra. (Wulf)

Our lives change. Our feelings for each other change. Our bearings change. The song changes. The air changes. The temperature of the shower changes. Accept this. We must accept this.

You will taste a way of life profoundly nourishing and from your tongue may spring a song or poem or sentence or word or maybe nothing but silence. Silence only the heart can turn to song.