Quotes About Singing

I sang the 'Sunday Night Football' theme song two years in a row - my first part in American culture, although I still don't know anything about American football.

her over onto her back and, looking into her eyes, said, "Mel, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm going to make you so happy, you won't be able to stand it. You're going to wake up singing every morning." "I already do, Jack." *

Everybody sung in my family.

Half the battle is selling music, not singing it. It's the image, not what you sing.

Ô, Muse of the Heart's Passion, let me relive my Love's memory, to remember her body, so brave and so free, and the sound of my Dreameress singing to me, and the scent of my Dreameress sleeping by me, Ô, sing, sweet Muse, my soliloquy!

Life is singing also in the sand crunching under the slow and heavy steps of the guards, when we know how to listen to it.

What would I be singing, Vicky wondered,—if I sang out my moods?

In high school, I was Mr. Choir Boy. I had solos, I was helping out the tenors with their parts and our choir teacher would ask me what songs we should do.

I'm sure any vocal teacher that listens to me would rather cut my throat than do anything.

Not everybody's a great singer, but people can get better at singing. There's great singing teachers out there. It's a muscle, you just have to train it.

I have a half an hour warm-up I do that my voice teacher gave me. I exercise at least for an hour during the day. I don't have any superstitious rituals or anything like that.

We're journeying constantly, but there is always a machine and books, and your body is always close to me and the look in your eyes never changes. People are saying we will be miserable, we will regret, but we are happy, we are laughing always, we are singing. We are talking Spanish and French and

Whatever tragic spirit lay behind this polished surface went into her singing, with which she tore people's serenity to shreds, spreading anxiety and regrets and nostalgia everywhere.

A singing goat is like reading books, I love goats and dinosaurs.-Albert Einstein

I can sing," said Margo. (Claire was sniffling and rubbing her knee.) "We sing all the time in music class at school. Listen to this. It's the song about the smart reindeer: Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear." "Margo," I said when she had finished. I paused to think. Margo was giggling away at her reindeer joke, but there was a little problem. She couldn't carry a tune. She might have been singing any song. Any song at all.

Swans sing before they die— 't were no bad thing Should certain persons die before they sing.

Sometimes, I don't notice I'm singing.

Remember that good things come in three's. And so do bad things. And always apologize when you've done something wrong. But don't you ever apologise for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining; your voice is small, but don't ever stop singing.

But they're already singing our praises! They are Americans. They toot their horns for anything.

Saving Thy Gracious Presence, he to me A long-legged grasshopper appears to be, That springing flies, and flying springs, And in the grass the same old ditty sings. Would he still lay among the grass he grows in! Each bit of dung he seeks, to stick his nose in.

Thank you for this precious day, These gifts you give to me, My heart so full of love for you, Sings praise for all I see, Oh, sing, for every mother's love, For every childhood tear, Oh, sing, for all the stars above, The peace beyond all fear

Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind.

If you are in a play, and you catch a cold, you are able to muddle through. If you are carrying a musical, it's a different thing altogether. It's the great fear of any singer's life.

I grew up singing in Kansas. My dad had a band when I was growing up. So I sang in church and school and started singing with his band when I was seven. So I've been singing all my life.