Quotes About Singing

I'm very happy to sing whatever I'm singing. I've always enjoyed any role I've been given at a certain time. They've all been favourites, they've all been wonderful pieces to play.

I sang for my family. And I think probably the first time I sang and got paid for it, I was about 6 or 7.

I used to sing when I was younger. I left it alone for a long time, 'cause I was like, I don't even know if I know how to sing for real.

When we sing praises to our Lord, we join in the chorus that creation has been singing from the beginning of time. And it is the same anthem that we as believers will be singing for all eternity.

As a matter of fact my, my very first time singing when I was two and a half, three, was in church. So, ahm, church is very, very much a part of who I am.

I have a hard time thinking of men trying to sing my songs, because I think my perspective is definitely feminine.

Y.A.: Ça sert à quoi, écrire? M.D.: C'est à la fois se taire et parler. écrire. Ça veut dore aussi chanter quelquefois. Y.A.: Danser? M.D.: Ça compte aussi. C'est un état de l'individu, danser. J'ai beaucoup aimé danser. Y.A.: Pourquoi? M.D.: Je ne sais pas encore.

Let us go hence and rest; she will not love. She shall not hear us if we sing hereof, Nor see love's ways, how sore they are and steep. Come hence, let be, lie still; it is enough. Love is a barren sea, bitter and deep; And though she saw all heaven in flower above,              She would not love!

It is like a voice heard from another room, singing for the pleasure of the song, and then you know it, too, and through you it moves by accident and necessity down generations. Then, why singing? Why pleasure in it? And why the blessing of the moment when another voice is heard, dreaming to itself?

There are certain elements that Scripture prescribes for corporate worship services of the church. Many theologians refer to these as the elements of corporate worship, and they include the following: 1) Preaching34 2) Sacraments of baptism and the Lord's Table35 3) Prayer36 4) Reading Scripture37 5) Financial giving38 6) Singing and music

He loved her way: acting casual, working like a Trojan, singing like an angel. Not angelically. The voice of an angel. Winged, lethal, close to the sun.

I wanted music very bad this evening, that singing devotchka in the Korova having perhaps started me off. I wanted like a big feast of it before getting my passport stamped, my brothers, at sleep's frontier and the stripy shest lifted to let me through.

Never had I been so conscious of the earth of the toughness and fragility and flowing life of it. I realised for the first time that the stones were not dead, nor the dust devoid of life, nor the waters vacuous. Our earth lived. It lived and breathed and sang and flowed and ached, in ever tiny part. And it's singing called to me - whispered, hummed, through the skin of my feet, through my whole self, until with all my being I was attuned to it.

It was difficult to tell if she actually had a good singing voice because she added so many flourishes and trills that she sounded like a bag of demented parakeets.

Serenades," he said, "are customarily performed under moonslight, or have fashions here changed?" "I don't know," I said. "No one's serenaded me, and as for my serenading anyone else, even if I wanted to, which I don't, my singing voice sounds like a sick crow.

During all of dinner the singing went on upstairs, and no one said a word.

if hungry people were present, they were no doubt choristers and

His song was only living aloud, His work, a singing with his hand!

In the middle of the night she woke up when her father touched her shoulder in the dark. Get up, he said quietly. Do you hear it? Then she heard the singing at the corners of the house - the deep, full tone of the moisture-laden south wind. Water was streaming off the roof, and the rain whispered as it fell on soft, melting snow.

Don't you have some songs, boyo?" she asked, after one of her songs. I didn't know any of them all the way through, but I sang the verses and choruses of all the songs we used to sing back on the Preserve: "Angel from Montgomery," "No Hard Feelings," "You Got Gold," "The Story.

He was on a wildly successful TV show on Disney for two years (playing a singing possum), before hitting the big screen, playing everything from Captain Marvel, to a schizophrenic, to Alexander the Great, to a college kid with a crystal meth addiction. I don't know if he's a great actor, but he's great looking, so who cares.

The atmosphere in the admin department also seemed very false. My suspicions were aroused when two employees spontaneously started singing the Panther Corporation song. I didn't even know there was a Panther Corporation song.

His dagger was out, poised at her throat. "Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.

Sinatra was the biggest influence on my life, my singing career. And rightly so. I mean he was the best singer ever.