Then all the winds of Heaven ran to join hands and bend a shoulder, to bring down to me the sound of a noble hymn that was heavy with the perfume of Time That Has...

I would love to sing. I would love to do a musical, but I wouldn’t say that that singing is my strong suit.

I will be singing primarily all the songs from the musicals that I have been in from over the years.

Music is my passion, singing, performing. I play piano and musical theater is my background.

He wasn’t sure why he felt so compelled to follow the singing, or why he needed to bring the foot with him, but he knew the two phenomena were connected. And in the midst of...

In the third place he comes on to the chiefe Organ, that is, the instrument wherewith they should sing. It is not with the Organs of the Papists, no not with thy tongue; but it...

I loved the different voices all singing one song, the various tones and qualities, the passing lifts of feeling, rising up and going out forever. Old Man Profet, who was a different man on Sunday,...

That´s the problem with planning a late night supper after the opera, not only does the hero or the heroine die singing, but you end up famished after the last notes of the finale.

The garden is a living, pulsing, singing, scratching, warring, erotic, and generally rowdy thing. I may find peace in its midst, but I regard it as a whole with many parts, a plural organism.

The singing I like best is when I sing.

Evildoers beware!” and was thus much too silly ever to be sung out loud. She would hum it to herself sometimes though, in the shower, during the soapy bits.And that is, more or less, everything...

I learned so much about recording and about singing on records from Ken Nelson.

When there’s music in your soul, there’s soul in your music.

The woods would be quiet if no bird sang but the one that sang best.

When I write, my soul sings.

Nikmati nyanyian pagi sendu ini. Mari kembali ke masa yang hanya bisa kita kenang itu dengan menumpang rindu.

I knew such a woman once,She gave me everything.Her love like a soft riot singing,She knew how to shine.

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’.