Quotes About Sing

I am a typical teen who likes to shop, sing karaoke, spend time with family and friends, answer my www.myspace.com e-mails

My age I will not once lament, / But sing, my time so near is spent.

There are many Broadway songs that apply to moments on 'Mad Men,' and I sing them on set all the time.

In mockery I have set A powerful emblem up, And sing it rhyme upon rhyme In mockery of a time Half dead at the top.

She said all a body would have to do there [Heaven] was to go around all day long with a harp and sing, forever and ever.

Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.

Embrace your solitude and love it. Endure the pain it causes, and try to sing out with it. For those near to you are distant.

I love theatrics and have a huge imagination: Why would I want to sit onstage and sing a bunch of ballads back-to-back?

A bell's not a bell 'til you ring it, A song's not a song 'til you sing it, Love in your heart wasn't put there to stay, Love isn't love 'til you give it away!

Dance as though no one is watching. Love as though you've never been hurt. Sing as though no one can hear you. Live as though heaven is on earth.

There's nothing you can do that can't be done, Nothing you can sing that can't be sung, Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game, It's easy... All you need is love.

Children long for this—a voice, a way of being heard—but many sense that there is no one in the world to hear their words, so they are drawn to ways of malice. If they cannot sing, they scream. They are vessels of the spirit but the spirit sometimes is entombed; it can't get out, and so they smash it!

God sends ten thousand truths, which come about us like birds seeking inlet; but we are shut up to them, and so they bring us nothing, but sit and sing a while upon the roof and then fly away.

I'm always flattered and honored when people cover my music or sing my songs, no matter where it is.

I love music. I like to sing. But I am not a singer. I hum.

I remember when 'Aladdin' had come to India, there were a bunch of people who auditioned. We had to record a video, which I did on my phone. I had worn this red outfit and had to read the dialogues for Jasmine. The scene went really well, but then they also asked us to sing and I can't sing to even save my life. So I really got rejected.

My father is a silent cinema freak, so he took me to 1925 silent films that took forever, like 5-hour movies, but I've seen a lot of that stuff since I was young. And then I saw the film 'Annie,' and I just wanted to be Annie; I just wanted to be that orphan kid and wanted to sing and dance.

King Dan sat on his stallion fierce Swords did slice and spears did pierce But in a tree upon the field Perched a small, keen-eyed blackbird And the blackbird did not sing No, the blackbird did not sing

I wondered if I were blown to Oz with my dog, what would we ask the wizard for? Hmmm. Brains? I've got plenty. Courage? Butterscotch is scared of nothing! A heart? We've got lots of heart, me and my pup. So what would I ask for? I'd like to sing like the Cowardly Lion and dance like the Tin Man. Neither one of them did those things very well, but that would be good enough for me.

My mother never wanted me to die. They were broken, in her, some of the mechanisms of helping others to thrive—she did not want me to thrive more than she did, or as much as she did, she had to triumph, but she wanted me to breathe, even to sing, and my heart to beat, without a quaver

If we are to be happy, decent and secure of our souls: drink some kind of fermented liquor with one's food; go on the water from time to time; dance on occasions, and sing in a chorus.

Charm is from the Latin carmen: to sing. By "charm," I mean sing well enough to hold the reader in thrall. Whatever people like about you in the world will manifest itself on the page. What drives them crazy will keep you humble. You'll need both sides of yourself—the beautiful and the beastly—to hold a reader's attention.

A Thousand Mornings All night my heart makes its way however it can over the rough ground of uncertainties, but only until night meets and then is overwhelmed by morning, the light deepening, the wind easing and just waiting, as I too wait (and when have I ever been disappointed?) for redbird to sing

Like the heron, who can only croak, who wishes he could sing, I wish I could sing.