When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere.

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.

Singing is incredibly physical.

Sendak is in search of what he calls a “yummy death”. William Blake set the standard, jumping up from his death bed at the last minute to start singing. “A happy death,” says Sendak. “It...

Singing and being truthful to a song… I’ve developed that skill, and I know how to do that real instinctively, that’s all I’ve been doing for the last 25 years.

That’s a nice song,’ said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time. It’s an old soldiers’ song,’ he said. Really, sarge? But it’s about angels.’ Yes, thought Vimes,...

Words make you think. Music makes you feel. A song makes you feel a thought.

Sometimes, when we are sad, we have to do the opposite of sad. Sometimes we have to sing.

Blessed is the nightbird that sings for joy and not to be heard.

His voice as smooth as silk, Grant started into his standard crowd-pleaser: Sinatra’s ‘My Kind of Town.

I think too many people look at the arts with a religious outlook. Arts, music, singing and performing, it’s all make-believe.

Have you ever heard somebody sing some lyrics that you’ve never sung before, and you realize you’ve never sung the right words in that song? You hear them and all of a sudden you say...

The trumpet was not a lyrical singing instrument.

I’ve been singing since I was 12. And I think that all the information is finally starting to chill out. And I don’t have to be fancy. I can just kind of do things and...

If they’re singing about heartbreak, they’ve lived it.

The incarnation took all that properly belongs to our humanity and delivered it back to us, redeemed. All of our inclinations and appetites and capacities and yearnings are purified and gathered up and glorified by...

Then the singing enveloped me. It was furry and resonant, coming from everyone’s very heart. There was no sense of performance or judgment, only that the music was breath and food.

Sing before the spirits and dance with the earth deitiesAnd you will be able to compose your own tune.Then you and I, united, will clap hands joyously,Singing ‘tum-tiddly-um tum-tiddly-um-tum.

I am working on my nightclub act, definitely want to do more singing.

The Inner Self…What makes us who we areshould be glorifiedpersonifiedand sung unto the stars!

A lot of people when they try to sing Skid Row songs, they’re screaming and yelling too much. It’s more singing than screaming.

It wasn’t that Nanny Ogg sang badly. It was just that she could hit notes which, when amplified by a tin bath half full of water, ceased to be sound and became some sort of...

She sang, as requested. There was much about love in the ballad: faithful love that refused to abandon its object; love that disaster could not shake; love that, in calamity, waxed fonder, in poverty clung...

I had a dream about you. You’d never been in an elevator before, and I’d never been in love. I said I could help you, and you said you could help me. I got excited...

I love singing and I love performing and just making things perfect.

I felt my mouth go dry, my throat constrict. What possible interpretation could Peter place on those words, other than that they were about him? – that the entire song was about him?

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

Let’s sing our way out of this

Then the musical instruments appeared. Dad’s snare drum from the house, Henry’s guitar from his car, Adam’s spare guitar from my room. Everyone was jamming together, singing songs: Dad’s songs, Adam’s songs, old Clash songs,...

I didn’t go through the routine of singing in small clubs and doing open mics and working so hard the way a lot of people do and did. It was just an overnight kind of...

Rainbows paint the sky ‘til the sun melts their colors.Swinging in the wind, whiskered cattails purr.The pigs gallop by and snort at the moon,While frogs kiss the lizards and princesses too.”

If I cannot fly, let me sing.

People think that I popped out of my mother’s womb singing ‘Chasing Pavements’.

It’s fun singing with other people who are really good singers. There’s something kind of poignant about braiding a couple vocals.

If I wasn’t singing, I’d probably be, probably an accountant.

Beautiful songs could sometimes take a person out of themselves and carry them away to a place of magic. But when Jill sang, it was not about the song, really. She could sing the phone...

For years and years, Christians have been singing about their wandering hearts. Our hearts need to be recalibrated and realigned and reoriented by God.

I am a free soul, singing my heart out by myself no matter where I go and I call strangers my friends because I learn things and find ways to fit them into my own...

I put the sing in single—especially when I’m in the shower. Does anybody have any requests they’d like to shout out while the water’s getting hot? As always, silence all cell phones during the duration...

I’m not a huge musical fan. It’s like when people just jump out singing; it’s not real.

Broadway is a tough, tough arena for singing.

If I’m not around I hope you’ll remember me and together we will hold on to our favorite song.

Singing is my life. It has always been my life. It will always be my life.

In high school I used to sing in the shower. None of the football players liked it, because they were all naked and I was in a tuxedo.

An album is such a personal thing. It’s something I always wanted to do. It’s me doing me, singing as me.

I…I sang,” she whispered, “if that matters,” and Karou felt her heart pulled to pieces. This Misbegotten warrior, fiercest of them all, had crouched in an icy stream bed to sing a chimera soul into...

New Song”For You, ManuelitaInside the HorizonSOMEONE WAS SINGING The voice Is not known WHERE DOES IT COME FROM Among the branches No one is to be seen The moon itself was an ear And one...

I started out singing covers. I’ve sung a lot of ’em and love a lot of ’em.

Singing is my passion, regardless of anything else that I’ve ever done. That’s the one thing that no one can ever take away from me is my voice, and that is what I really want...

Who wants to be the unsung heroes of my voiceless choir quartet? We’re the Helen Kellers, and I’m holding auditions with oven mitts, because they’re sure to be hot.