I miss singing. I did Broadway forever.

Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars, not if you care for such things.

If I didn’t start singing in the cabarets and on my albums, I could have never even tried something like ‘Capone.’

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

Enjoy the music in your earbuds in your own head. Dancing and singing because you enjoy the tune so much you can’t contain yourself doesn’t amuse others in Starbucks.

My daughter loves singing above all else.

Writing, painting, singing- it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in its tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between death’s footsteps sound and look and feel beautiful, can make the space of waiting...

There’s times when I’m cleaning the kitchen, and while I’m doing that, I’m singing and air guitaring with a broom to ‘You Should Be Dancing.’

That awkward moment when you realize someone was actually home the whole time you were singing on the tops of your lungs.

If everyone started off the day singing, just think how happy they’d be.

Those who wish to sing always find a song.

Am I making something worth while?I’m not sure.I write and I sing and I hear words from time to time about my life and choices making ways, into other lives, other hearts,but am I making...

I had a dream about you. A stadium full of children in glowing white robes were singing your name like little angels, and I wondered who you were to be deserving of such praise. Then...

Why think when you can sing?

Music had always had the ability to help ease my suffering. I sang a great deal at home. I sang to myself and to Lord Imery. Sometimes, I played the harp to accompany myself. Learning...

I can’t see myself just endlessly singing the same songs over and over again.

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...