Quotes About Anthem

Lesley Gore's part-time field was pop singer, and in her brief but urgent prime, she was the Queen of Teen Angst. She endured heartbreak as a birthday girl betrayed by her beau in 'It's My Party,' savored revenge in the sequel 'Judy's Turn to Cry' and belted the proto-feminist anthem 'You Don't Own Me.'

Leaving Impact was a very difficult decision, as I had six months left on a very lucrative and talent-friendly contract. Anthem lived up to that contract and always treated me with the utmost respect as a businessman and a person.

Belize: I hate America, Louis. I hate this country. Nothing but a bunch of big ideas and stories and people dying, and then people like you. The white cracker who wrote the National Anthem knew what he was doing. He set the word free to a note so high nobody could reach it. That was deliberate.

The white cracker who wrote the National Anthem knew what he was doing. He set the word "free" to a note so high nobody can reach it.

The white cracker who wrote the National Anthem knew what he was doing. He set the word "free" to a note so high nobody could reach it. That was deliberate.

You got blood on your face, you big disgrace, waving your banner all over the place.

I, whose youth was passed in the august, unchallenged and tranquil glories of the Victorian era, may well feel a thrill in invoking once more the prayer and the anthem, "God save the Queen!

It is well to remember that a Martian observing his first baseball game would be quite correct in concluding that the last two words of the National Anthem are: PLAY BALL!

There's actually a song called 'Vegas Lights,' which I wanted to be an anthem for Vegas, that represented how I felt when I went to the clubs. I felt this weird energy where everybody was having a good time, and it didn't matter. Dancing like nobody's watching. It was kind of beautiful.

Our biggest thing is, any player who's protesting will tell you that the only reason we use the anthem is because it's a platform like no other. We use it to draw attention to other issues. We've heard from many people, 'Use a different venue. Use a different platform.' Quite frankly, this is the most effective one.

If you were a country, I said, what would your national anthem be? I meant a pre-existing song -- What a Wonderful World or Que Sera, Sera or something to make it a joke, like Hey Ya! (I would like, more than anything else, for my nation to be shaken like a Polaroid picture.)

You never asked what my anthem was. But that's okay, because I still don't know what I'd answer.

'Freebird' is an anthem, and 'Simple Man' is a very nice song.

I'll stand for the anthem, I don't have a problem standing for it.

I came from a military family, so there are a lot of things I think about when the anthem is playing.

One thing that bothers me is the way that people use veterans and troops almost as a shield. They say that's the reason they stand and that veterans deserve to be honored and respected during the anthem. But where is that outrage in taking better care of veterans?

I never went to war, but I served alongside some real heroes and grew deeply loyal to the service of those who fought and died. To me, as you might guess, the United States flag and National Anthem represent solemn reverence to combat veterans, the fallen and their families.

The Libertadores is sensational, but the Champions League... The first time I heard the anthem was a really special feeling. It's like being in a video game; it's living the dream of every child.

It is vey difficult to draw away from the face of God—it is like a warm fire, it is like dear sleep, it is like a great anthem, yet there is a stillness all about it, a stillness full of lights.

'Anthems to the Welkin at Dusk,' that's my big Emperor album.

You will be pleased to know I stand obediently for the national anthem, though of course I would defend your right to remain seated should you so decide.

Did you know that the state song of Kansas is 'Home on the Range'?

Bring me your Nortons, your Kramdens, your housewives, and sewermen. Weight my limbs with the nests of your flotsam, that we may chirp in chorus this melancholy anthem. Mourn with your busdriver piety this sapless husk; dull with your tender hymn the string of the lumberman's axe.

Daughters of the Moon, children of the Night, rise like dew together until the morning's light. The owl's cry is our anthem, our altar is the sky. The Great Mystery is our Mother to whom now, sisters, fly.