Quotes About Singing

Most blues guitar players don't concentrate on singing and melodies. And forget about the bridge - the bridge doesn't exist. They go straight for the solo.

I don't think a solo album is me. I don't consider my voice to be that kind of a voice. Not that I don't love singing, but Broadway was my original dream. That's what I've always wanted to do.

I enjoy singing but I lack the proper training to make it as a solo artist. Instead, I feel I've found my niche with acting.

Some things feel really good to sing: there's a physical aspect, but there's more to it - a deeper place you go to.

I can sing, but my voice is untrained. I'd like to do a musical someday.

There are definitely times where I am listening to the radio, and I think, 'That would be awesome. I would love to sing that.' It's this weird karaoke fantasy that I might someday get to live out on the big screen.

I am an Alanis Morissette fan. I think that she has a fantastic voice, and I would love to sing with her someday.

I love working in theater because it's such a challenge to have the audience right there in front of you. If you mess up, you have to figure it out and keep going. There's no take two! I do hope to return to the stage someday. I really love to sing.

I always said that someday I'm going to sing on a record.

I just have to express myself somehow, either through singing, dance or fitness. You get sick of it; you have days where you think you don't want to do it, but generally after I've done something, I feel better. That's why I do the exercise: to earn my bar of chocolate and cappuccino.

Rubbing noses with me, she laughed, and I swear the Elysian night sang with the sound of it.

Just words of mercy or touches of kindness can take a sad heart into singing Jesus love me

Live in a cosmic ocean, singing sweet hallucinations, dreams of many worlds, all flowing into one.... inner / outer mirrored love.

When we hear the bird sing, it hears only how to love. (Quand on entend l'oiseau chanter, - Lui n'entend que comment aimer.)

I've been singing since I was 16 because I love it - I wanted to be a singer, not a star. There's a difference between wanting to be famous and wanting to sing well.

I think the greatest sound in the world is hearing one of your children singing when they think no one is listening.

The path of love is not a tedious path. It's a path of joy. It's a path of singing and dancing.

Black hair spilling, blue eyes piercing. Enchanted by the lies that he was singing.

By the way, Reb, about the singing. What gives? Walt Whitman sang the body electric. Billie Holiday sang the blues. You sang…everything. You could sing the phone book. I would call and say how are you feeling, and you'd answer, "The old gray rabbi, ain't what he used to be…

Happy birthday to you... Marguerite emerges, singing in her sweet, soft voice. She looks beautiful, wearing the print dress Eddie likes, her hair and lips done up. Eddie feels the need to inhale, as if undeserving of such a moment. He fights the darkness within him, Leave me alone, he tells it. Let me feel this the way I should feel it.

He looked at me, baffled and for the first time uncertain, as though he had stumbled into something, unprepared. His long narrow hands were cradled around mine, both of us holding the rose together. Magic was singing in me, through me; I felt the murmur of his power singing back that same song. I was abruptly too hot, and strangely conscious of myself. I pulled my hands free.

Blessed is the man who has come to know that our muted thoughts are our sweetest thoughts. "Blessed is the man who, from the blackest depths, can see the luminous figure of LOVE, and seeing, sing; and singing, say: Sweeter far than uttered lays are the thoughts I have of you.

For him life was all full of opportunities, and I don't think that was necessarily a bad thing, but I think he wanted to grab them for all the wrong reasons. He wasn't passionate about art, he didn't care about lawyers helping people, he didn't even care about my singing voice. It was all for more money. And so I suppose it was fitting that it was the loss of all his money that killed him in the end. The pills and the whiskey were just the nails in the coffin.

Before, singing was my life, my vocal chords used to lead the way. Now, I'm in-charge.