hearing women singing about themselves – rather than men singing about women – makes everything seem wonderfully clear, and possible

I love the sound of the trees in the breeze. If the forest is so clearly musical, why can’t it play the guitar while I sing Nirvana covers?

Verse, singing, and speech have a common origin.

Singing is my passion and something that I still love to do and I’m always going to want to do it.

No man sings as beautifully as when his song is accompanied by a woman’s voice.

And then I realized—,”which is the part of stories one never quite believes.I had the idea that the world’s so full of painit must sometimes make a kind of singing.And that the sequence helps, as...

Your voice has haunted every inch of my soul since the last time I heard it…my world had been so dark, void of sound and then I heard you sing again—and it exploded. Everything came...

I only sing in the shower. I would join a choir, but I don’t think my bathtub can hold that many people.

Music gives strength to the soul.

My angel-boy is close now, as in five-feet-away close. There’s no way I’m going to burst into song in front of him. But then the contrary part of me says, you’re going to let a...

Take that rage, put it on a page, take the page to the stage, blow the roof off the place.

It’s easy to sing the song, but to pray the lyrics from deep within… that’s worship!

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

The best advice is what the skylark gives by singing.

That was how we spoke, my mother and I: in puns and games and rhymes. In, you might say, lyrics. This was our tragedy. We were language’s magpies by nature, stealing whatever sounded bright and...

My music is based on melody and when I play the piano, it’s as if I’m singing with them. When you try to transform that into a vocal, there was very little adjustment.

Life is not just about singing.

If I didn’t think and feel the way I think and feel, I couldn’t sing the way I sing. And I like singing the way I sing.

When I woke up and the dark wasn’t gone yet, and the dark seemed so big, then she sang soft and made the dark small again.”That is the best of all things we can do...

We sing because we can’t speak anymore.

I was influenced a lot by those around me – there was a lot of singing that went on in the cotton fields.

I can sing!” I say defensively adding, “Like a choking cat.

I do not like people writing songs and then other people singing them. A lot of people don’t even sing their own songs anymore. It’s like producers these days have ghost producers; ‘I don’t produce,...

She had had her momentary flowering, a year, perhaps, of wildrose beauty, and then she had suddenly swollen like a fertilized fruit and grown hard and red and coarse, and then her life had been...

It’s nice to finally have a CD out which reflects my songwriting, my singing and the band that I have.

Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.

All You Need Is Love” in homage to their memory.

I am running and singing and when it’s raining I’m the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it’s cleaning me. I’m the one on the...

I always thought I’d make a great backup singer. I don’t practice. It’s just pure talent.

He who sings scares away his woes.

See, some people politely encourage their tone-deaf friends to sing. Some people even convince them to go on live television and audition for national competitions. But me? I am not that friend.

Chris was in the rocker, fully clothed, and was strumming idly onCory’s guitar. “Dance, ballerina, dance,” he softly chanted, and hissinging voice wasn’t bad at all. Maybe we could work as musicians—atrio -if Carrie ever...

Her silent singing wrapped around the story she was telling herself, which she extended further every night on the deck. (Averill often told herself stories– the activity seemed to her as unavoidable as dreaming.) Her...

She had a woman’s swagger at twelve-and-a-half. Hair: strawberry-blonde, and I vaguely recall a daisy in the crook of her ear. She was an inch taller than me, two with the ponytail; smooth cheeks and...

I was always singing to myself, but I never ever performed, and I never told anyone I liked to sing. So it was a definitely a new adventure going in to audition for ‘Glee.’

When a group of people sing together, we make up a chorus. When birds do, it’s more like a whole symphony orchestra.

Great people will always be mocked by those who feel smaller than them. A lion does not flinch at laughter coming from a hyena. A gorilla does not budge from a banana thrown at it...

A choir is made up of many voices, including yours and mine. If one by one all go silent then all that will be left are the soloists.Don’t let a loud few determine the nature...

There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.

I sing into burritos like they’re microphones. If you want my autograph, you’re going to have to wait until the end of the concert.

To one who loves birds, morning always wakes up singing.

If you wish to make good art, then you must believe you already do. Otherwise, you will never be good enough.

The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.

I could write about how I feel when I sing, write and create something from heartbreak, sorrow, sadness or just simply nothingness. How nothingness can become the most beautiful, unexplainable feeling that makes you forget...

I’d rather you shot at tin cans in the back yard, but i know you’ll go after birds. Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit ’em, but remember it’s a sin to...

I wish that life could be carefree, sunny, never cloudy- But you said that I would be in Your arms when things get crazy- so when the storm doesn’t go away- I have decided to...

I couldn’t help thinkin’ if she was as far out o’ town as she was out o’ tune, she wouldn’t get back in a day.

Sing, then. Sing, indeed, with shoulders back, and head up so that song might go to the roof and beyond to the sky. Mass on mass of tone, with a hard edge, and rich with...

And all meet in singing, which braids together the different knowings into a wide and subtle music, the music of living.

The night seemed suddenly defiled by the absence of music, as if the silence itself was injecting a sickness that only another song could cure.