Quotes About Singing

Inside Brick Church, Peter held Patricia's little hand while they sang hymns. He thought about the schooner so much that he barely knew what he was singing.

Once the others were below, Hazel and Leo faced each other awkwardly. They were alone except for Coach Hedge, who was back on the quarterdeck singing the Pokémon theme song. The coach had changed the words to: Gotta Kill 'Em All, and Leo really didn't want to know why.

You got to pay your dues if you want to sing the blues...And you know it don't come easy.

I remember a time when smoke filled the house. Not coughing smoke but smoke from a woman's smooth-voiced singing, with piano, bass, and drums. All together these sounds made smoke. Uncle Darnell would say, "You can't remember that. You were two. Three, maybe." But I do. I still see, hear, and feel bits and flashes. The sounds of musical smoke.

That same power translates everywhere, all around the world, because nothing expresses joy like singing together.

Self-love is an ending, she said, and not a beginning. Love means love of the thing sung, not of the song or the singing.

From the time an Aiel boy becomes a man he will not sing anything but battle chants, or their dirge for the slain. I have heard them singing over their dead, and over those they have killed. That song is one to make the stones weep.

sweet screams, pretty screams, singing screams, scream your song, sing your screams. . . .

One June evening, when the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the Lake of Shining Waters, and the air was full of the savor of clover fields and balsamic fir woods, Anne was sitting by her gable window. She had been studying her lessons, but it had grown too dark to see the book, so she had fallen into wide-eyed reverie, looking out past the boughs of the Snow Queen, once more bestarred with its tufts of blossom.

The only fault he found with her was that she did not sing at her work. "Folks should always sing at their work," he insisted. "Sounds cheerful-like." "Not always," retorted Valancy. "Fancy a butcher singing at his work. Or an undertaker.

The little birds sang as if it were The one day of summer in all the year.

Anne was welcomed back to school with open arms. Her imagination had been sorely missed in games, her voice in the singing and her dramatic ability in the perusal aloud of books at dinner hour.

The wagon went down from the bluffs into the wooded creek bottoms, and high in a treetop a mockingbird began to sing. "I never heard a mockingbird sing so early," said Ma, and Pa answered, softly, "He is telling us good-by.

I do not come from a family of singers. When we get together and warble Happy Birthday to one another over cake and candle, it doesn't sound as much like a song as it does a pack of jackals yapping over a fresh carcass. And in my case, it's nothing that you want to inflict on the innocent, or at least on people who haven't reported us to the city yet. Who is flat, off-key or tone deaf in the Notaro clan is all up in the air--it doesn't matter, and we can't tell, anyway.

I want to be able to make people laugh and cry and feel happy or sad and feel all these different emotions through singing and acting. Hopefully throughout my career, I'll get to pursue them.

I listen to money singing, it's like looking down from long French windows at a provincial town. The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad in the evening sun. It is intensely sad.

I'm very musically inclined. My parents were opera singers. As a young child, I could hear operas and I knew if they were sad, or if they reminded me of something, or they brought back a memory.

If you sing a song, you never be sad.

Dignified in what she does, when she sings the smile that she brings to all of you unaware of what's to come, I said tell me what's to come.

Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.

Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do it enough to impress themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.

You are singing to the preacher, said J.Lo. Preaching to the choir, I corrected him. Yes. This thing.

So I sang the first Italian song that came into my head, which turned out to be "Volare." I'm sure I need not mention at this point that I am a rock star, and it sounded fantastic. J.Lo

singing in the old-fashioned language of this good-hearted man, who sold us Hope at the lowest possible price