I only record songs that I really like and believe in and can sing with conviction.

I wish I could sing or play an instrument.

Be aware of wonder. Live a balanced life – learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.

Give the mind rest, do not stress too much on thoughts, close your eyes and let your spirit dance.

Audience of angels descend in the ambiance reciting praises in your glory, when you wear your dance shoes, when you arrive at the stage and with every step you take beneath your feet heaven moves. That is the power of dance.

If the power of love is in your heart then dance away to a universe beyond the stars.

Dance is the ritual of immortality

God sent as a revelation the gift of dance so his creation may experience one of the divine pleasures of paradise.

Relax. Refresh. Renew. Play. Sing. Laugh. Enjoy. Forgive. Dance. Love. Hug. Share. Kiss. Create. Explore. Hope. Listen. Dare. Trust. Dream. Learn. TODAY!

I make sure I sing a cappella to let people know I can sing.

I feel like I need to sing again.

My favorite type of music to sing would be between R and B and opera.

When I sing, trouble can sit right on my shoulder and I don’t even notice.

I never, my producer never, we never let myself just sing. We were always trying to get the perfect vocal.

I don’t sing anything that hurts my voice.

My mom, grandma, great-grandma – we’re all named Mary, and we all play piano and sing.

Sometimes I do ‘So Desperate’ solo in the middle of the set. I really love to sing that song.

Suddenly, as one, all the Greys stop talking and gape at Christian. What? Christian is singing softly to himself at the piano. Silence descends on us all as we strain to hear his soft, lyrical voice. I’ve heard him sing before, haven’t they? He stops, suddenly conscious of the deathly hush that’s fallen over the...

I always believed a singer should be able to sing any kind of song. If I wanted to sing a Cole Porter song, I should be able to do that. Or ‘Sherry,’ I should be able to do that. Or a Dylan song.

I know what my job is: I write the songs, I sing them, I play them on the piano.

I have the dance moves of a mustache, and a singing voice that sounds like a beard on the inside of my cheeks. Carry my love like karaoke in your pocket.

A great band name would be Tickling Whiskers. Especially if the lead singer is a cat. I’d love to audition for backup dancer.

Some people should have stopped singing in the 60s, even if they were born in the 80s.

I make music like I make love—in a group. OK, so I’m not in a band, and I sing alone in the shower.

…Tomorrow I’m going to destroy you. I’m going to mark your body and ruin your mind. By noon, you won’t know whether to laugh or cry. But tonight? Tonight I will revere you. I will build an altar of myself. I will frame you in stars.

Jonathan Drazen,” I said, squeezing his hand. “You’re a manipulative bastard, a brazen liar, and a sadist. You’ve brought me to my knees. You’ve dominated me. You’ve told me who I am and then challenged me to be it. If you made me strong enough to stand up to the world, let me stand by...

The crudest thing I’ve done as a teacher was to require students to write a national anthem for their country and sing it themselves.

Anyone who is having troubles should pray. Anyone who is happy should sing praises. Anyone who is sick should call the church’s elders. They should pray for and pour oil on the person in the name of the Lord. And the prayer that is said with faith will make the sick person well; the Lord...

I just sing. You have to use it.

I don’t want people confusing what it is that I’m about. I just stand there and sing. And I don’t do stunts or anything. if I wanted to do all that, I don’t think I’d get away with it.

If I can talk, I can sing.

I celebrate myself, I paint and dance and sing myself, and what I assume you will assume, for every atom as of me as good belongs to dreamy You. I am a song. I am a poem. I am a soil and a gem. I am a stargate and a voyage. I am the ocean...

I’m a fan of Meatloaf. He has a voice like it’s covered in thick gravy. There’s nothing better to make love to, with the possible exception of grandma’s casserole.

I’m good at melody – I’ll write the top-line melody and ideal words I want to go with it. But I’m not that good at writing lyrics. I bounce those back and forth with songwriters or someone who can sing.

When something seems unbalanced and out of rhythm, just a song can tune things up in a moment. The power of music is therapy.

Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated.

People who truly love to sing have to do it all the time.

From my spirit’s gray defeat, From my pulse’s flagging beat, From my hopes that turned to sand Sifting through my close-clenched hand, From my own fault’s slavery, If I can sing, I still am free.For with my singing I can make A refuge for my spirit’s sake, A house of shining words, to be My...

I love to sing. I’m a soprano.

Dance your pain, sing your sorrows, because there is nothing else tomorrow.

I was in New York doing musicals in the theater and on Broadway before ‘Orange,’ so people always ask, ‘Are you ever going to get to sing? Does she even sing?’ But people who know me know I actually do sing.

I wouldn’t even dare to sing like Ed Sheeran.

My advice for life: dance and sing your song while the party is still on.

When we feel, a kind of lyric is sung in our heart. When we think, a kind of music is played in our mind. In harmony, both create a beautiful symphony of life.

I’m not over the top; I’m not wacky. I’m fairly understated, and that reflects in the way I sing.

On the highest peak of the heavens, angels glanced at the sky and saw a glimpse of a gateway to a world of artists whose guardians were dancers.

If movements were a spark every dancer would desire to light up in flames.

Sensuality came into existence the moment when the first beat of melody knocked on the door of the world of belly dance.

If you opened the dictionary and searched for the meaning of a Goddess, you would find the reflection of a dancing lady.

Dance is the healing treasure within your spirit that only movements of passion can set free.