Quotes About Lullaby

He clashed his colors together like cymbals and the effect was like a lullaby.

A wandering minstrel I—A thing of shreds and patches,Of ballads, songs and snatches,And dreamy lullaby!

Bajo el agua siguen las palabras. Sobre el agua una luna redonda se baña, dando envidia a la otra ¡tan alta! En la orilla, un niño, ve las lunas y dice: ¡Noche, toca los platillos!

There's an infant part in our souls which longs for the lullaby truths of life every night for a tranquil slumber.

Sí Babs sí. Rock-a-bye baby. Tura-lura-lura. Sí Babs sí.

The wordless song had the power of an operatic aria mingled with the sweetness of a lullaby. It was longing, beckoning, hopeful and heartbreaking

There's different ways to approach music for sleeping. Things like white noise are functional, like a lullaby. This is more like an inquiry, a question about how music and sleep fit together.

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

I love R&B and hard-hitting, slappy, intense music with deep chords and moody chords. But I also have a thing for bubbly lullaby music. Kind of like ice-cream truck rap.

It is raining at the top of my roof and I'am inside my blanket in this chilling night with an open window, missing my love and listning the rain singing a lullaby to me.

Your heartbeat is a lullaby that puts my loneliness to sleep.

'Castles Made of Sand' was a song that my parents put me to sleep to, so naturally, it still puts me in a zen state.

Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough bends the cradle will fall, Down comes the baby, cradle and all.

Basically, my mother couldn't hold a tune and when I was a baby, a rather tactless baby, I would ask her not to sing... you can't get to sleep if someone is singing off key nearby.

Tick, tock," whispers Wiress. I guide her in front of me and get her to lie down, stroking her arm to soothe her. She drifts off, stirring restlessly, occasionally sighing out her phrase. "Tick, tock." "Tick, tock," I agree softly. "It's time for bed. Tick, tock. Go to sleep.

She brushed the tears from their faces and sang them a melancholy lullaby. Her obvious devotion to her daughters pulled at my heart strings, making my chest ache with longing for my own mother.

Love is a divine lullaby

Rock-a-bye baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall; Down will come baby, cradle and all.

Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps.

Rocked in the cradle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to sleep.

Over my slumber your loving watch keep - Rock me to sleep, mother; rock me to sleep.

My mother painted and wrote. She always had a painting in progress on an easel in the kitchen, so our house always smelled like oil paint. At night, she wrote after she'd put my sisters and me to bed, and the sound of her typing was our lullaby.

Hush, little baby, don't say a word. Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird. If that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring,

It was the only lullaby she would ever sing, and it was sung in Hell.