Quotes About Singing

I love karaoke and totally hog the mic when I go out and do it with my friends.

To not sing with an orchestra, to not be able to communicate through my voice, which I've done all my life, and not to be able to phrase lyrics and give people that kind of joy, I think I would be totally devastated.

An accomplished woman is one who has a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing and the modern languages; she must be well trained in the fighting styles of the Kyoto masters and the modern tactics and weaponry of Europe.

Dysphonia is not a singing problem. It's a voice box issue in the muscle on the voice, very different from having a nodule on the vocal cords, which I've never had. I'm lucky that I've never had that. It needs a long renewal time, and even today, I am still addressing it.

Mentre guardavo il film mi domandai che cosa avremmo chiesto al mago, se io e il mio cane fossimo stati trasportati ad Oz. Mmm, vediamo un po'. Cervello? Ne ho da vendere. Coraggio? Cubik non ha paura di niente! Un cuore? Io e la mia cucciola abbiamo un cuore grande così. Che cosa avrei chiesto, allora? Mi piacerebbe cantare come il Leone Codardo e danzare come l'Uomo di Latta. Nessuno dei due lo faceva molto bene, ma a me sarebbe bastato.

Some birds hop, bouncing along like little pocketless kangaroos, and a crow walks along with coins singing in her trousers.

A karaoke bar?" Mitch glared at him. "You dragged us to a karaoke bar?" "She didn't tell me it was karaoke." "You know it's bad enough having to listen to you guys howl all the time. But this...this may be asking too much. Dogs. Singing." Mitch turned to the bar and lashed Smitty with another glare. "And no goddamn liquor. You know, as per shifter law, I could legally kill you.

I envy drummers. It must be the ultimate to sing and play drums at the same time. Phil Collins, no wonder he's so f... happy.

When I was growing up, we always had music playing in our household. I enjoy spending time with my father singing.

The art helps, between the acting gigs. I feel that if I can sing in Mamma Mia! then goddammit, I can hang a few paintings, give people lots of cocktails, and have a good time.

I was so shy and so quiet, and the only time I had my own voice and I could really connect with people was when I was singing or on stage.

It's no surprise to me or the other Isley brothers that I can sing, because I used to sing all the time in practice. The surprise is that somebody else likes it.

If I were to categorize what I sing, I have many different influences, and a lot of them are from back in time.

When I was 19 I went to art school. I had six months of teaching myself to play baritone ukulele under my belt so I was sort of a novice folkie... I was singing folk songs at that time.

I'm a big hit at parties. Friends ask me to sing B-I-N-G-O all the time. I'm thinking, you know, of maybe putting out a Christmas album or something.

It is the voice of the Church that is heard in singing together. It is not you that sings, it is the Church that is singing, and you, as a member of the Church, may share in its song.

I think in music there is just something inherently spiritual in singing together and harmonizing, and gospel is the truest form of that.

I started off singing in church as a child. The sound of voices coming together, that was my first moment of touching something outside of myself.

Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.

Wild sings the bird of the heart in the forests of our lives.

But faith is still there, and silent. Then he who owns the incomparable voice suddenly flows upward and out of the room and I follow, obedient and happy. Of course I am thinking the Lord was once young and will never in fact be old. And who else could this be, who goes off down the green path, carrying his sandals, and singing?

Now the fire rises and offers a dozen, singing, deep-red roses of flame.

Like the heron, who can only croak, who wishes he could sing, I wish I could sing. ... Each of us wears a shadow. But just now it is summer again and I am watching the lilies bow to each other, then slide on the wind and the tug of desire, close, close to one another. Soon now, I'll turn and start for home. And who knows, maybe Ill be singing.

In his boat he went drinking and dreaming and singing then drowned as he reached for the moon's reflection. Well, probably each of us, at some time, has been as desperate. Not the moon, though.