Quotes About Singing

He could sing in more different keys during the course of one song than anybody I've ever heard,

i love swimming it is my main hobby and i love reading singing !!!

When an opera star sings her head off, she usually improves her appearanceî

When an opera star sings her head off, she usually improves her appearance.

In college I had a weekend gig at a restaurant, a solo thing that was the best practice I could have ever had. That's where I learned to coordinate my singing and my piano playing.

I've just always sung - just always sung. My voice has always been my best friend.

It's not really difficult to go from one voice into the next. It's like asking you to sing a line of Happy Birthday and then Goodnight Irene - assuming you know the words to both those songs

I have to mime at parties when everyone sings Happy Birthday... Mime or mumble and rumble and growl and grunt so deep that only moles, manta rays and mushrooms can hear me.

Milton Hope led the singing of Happy Birthday ... He would say, 'Keep it sweet and short and don't try to be funny.'

There was never any pressure on me to go into the business, but I was always aware of it. I'd go on the set with my father and he and my mother would always be singing.

I always loved music. You know, my parents said I started singing when I was 4, in the car.

When I'm in the car and somebody comes on the radio singing the high notes, I try to sing along.

I sing in the car if I'm in LA, because you're like soundproofed.

See, Shel (Silverstein) was possessed with one of the worst singing verses ever heard. Musical appreciation is inherently subjective, and it's normally senseless to write about vocalists or instrumentalists as 'good' or 'bad.' But in Shel's case, it's a practical necessity. His voice was a razor-gargled hyena screech.

Singing in the rain. I'm singing in the rain. And it's such a fucking glorious feeling.

and suddenly you started singing out your love for me. My name and everything, loud enough to reach the top floors of all the buildings. I should have told you to stop, but I didn't want you to stop. I didn't mind if your love for me woke people up. I didn't mind if it somehow sneaked into their sleep.

This is the dangerous thing about musicals. Most of them assume that as soon as you find your voice, you'll use it to sing to someone else.

The way you're singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don't know But I'm noticing

Most babies come into the world crying or gasping or snotting. Not Tiny Cooper. He comes into the world singing.

We were walking home late from a bar—and the term walking is used loosely here, because you were doing something between a skip and a stumble—and suddenly you started singing out your love for me. My name and everything, loud enough to reach the top floors of all the buildings. I should have told you to stop, but I didn't want you to stop. I didn't mind if your love for me woke people up. I didn't mind if it somehow sneaked into their sleep.

This is the dangerous thing about musicals. Most of them assume that as soon as you find your voice, you'll use it to sing to someone else.

Soon we are singing at the top of our lungs. A pop song that's as substantial as a balloon, but lifts us in the same way when we sing it.

For the first time in memory, I was unable to sleep not because I was anxious but because I was excited. To live in a damp crowded asshole and sing--if these guys don't know the secret to living, I don't know who does. (The Grieving Owl, page 157)

The hippo did, and I heard what sounded at first like a rabble, many voices talking over one another. Then I realized that they weren't talking. "Let me get this straight," the hippo said when I explained what was going on. "Leeches are singing inside my asshole.