Quotes About Singing

Singing connected with movements and action is a much more ancient, and, at the same time, more complex phenomenon than is a simple song.

For a long time the only time I felt beautiful-in the sense of being complete as a woman, as a human being, and even female-was when I was singing.

There are a lot of people who can do it on the guitar and sing at the same time, but I think what is harder is bass players that can play the bass and sing.

I like to sing. I write music. Country songs. You have to if you're in Nashville. It's part of the lease. You sign a lease that says, I will write country songs and pay my rent on time.

I think I could sing and shear a few sheep at the same time.

Though you are three times more beautiful than angels, Though you are the sister of the river willows, I will kill you with my singing, Without spilling your blood on the ground. Not touching you with my hand, Not giving you one glance, I will stop loving you, But with your unimaginable groans I will finally slake my thirst. From her, who wandered the earth before me, Crueler than ice, more fiery than flame, From her, who still exists in the ether— From her you will set me free.

And it seemed to me that there were fires Flying till dawn without number And I never found out things-those Strange eyes of his-what colour? Everything trembling and singing and Were you my enemy or my friend, Winter was it or summer?

Is there anything more beautiful in the world than to sit before an open window and enjoy nature, to listen to the birds singing, feel the sun on your cheeks and have a darling boy in your arms?

Then the singing enveloped me. It was furry and resonant, coming from everyone's very heart. There was no sense of performance or judgment, only that the music was breath and food.

Hallelujah that in spite of it all, there is love, there is singing, nature, laughing, mercy.

You can't stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship.

Can you picture it, this splendid domesticity, dim lamps, the vampire father singing to the vampire daughter? Only the doll had a human face, only the doll.

On the pavements the people sang: " Ã¢â'¬ËœAnd He walks with me, and He talks with me, and lets me call Him by name.' 

She was introspective when drunk, did a lot of singing and writing and dancing about during such periods, and demanded to be left alone.

There is nothing like the long passage through the damp dark night, and then the sudden opening of the door of the tavern into an entire little universe of light and warmth and singing and laughing humans.

What stars are these that sing so beautifully when all the world is languishing in dissonance?

faculty that DeeDee had a voice just like Yma

She was Ophelia—tragic, bereft Ophelia—and had practiced singing her mad, sad lines until her voice had gone hoarse and she'd had to rest it for two days just to speak again without a rasp.

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've been singing my whole life and I've always wanted to be able to pursue a music career.

When I sing I have a lot of visions. Like what's happening now in my life.

But I'm tone deaf - window-shattering tone deaf. I can't sing for the life of me. I can't sing or dance, so no remake of 'Grease' for me!

I booked my first studio at like 12 or 13. Somewhere in that season of my life, singing along with the radio became me wanting to be on radio, you know.

More than anything that's been the thread through my life - the desire to write, the impulse to write. I mean, it's taken me other places, but it was the impulse to write that led me to singing.