Sing the song that only you can sing, write the book that only you can write, build the product that only you can build… live the life that only you can live.

People ask me how I make music. I tell them I just step into it. It’s like stepping into a river and joining the flow. Every moment in the river has its song.

Each song is a child I nourish and give my love to. But even if you have never written a song, your life is a song. How can it not be?

How many victims must that be? Slaughtered in vain across the land, And how many struggles must that be? Before we choose to live the profits plan Everybody sing- Every day create your History, Every...

Is there a silent song in your heart, that is screaming to be heard?

There is nothing better – nothing – than knowing that the risen Christ lives right now in heaven, singing over his people – singing over me – with love.

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

A country song is a song about life.

Listen to the silent whisper of your soul and then let your heart dance with song.

I’m recording freely, and if I make a song, I release it immediately, so I’m more likely to believe in one song at a time as opposed to albums.

I haven’t changed, but I know I ain’t the same.

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.

When the fire of love is quenched, hatred creeps in through the window of neglect and loneliness.

I just acquired a choir. I bought it for a song.

I close my eyes and I can see a better day. I close my eyes and pray

I don’t sit down and say I’m going to write a song about this or that. They are never mapped out.

But his singing was unconscious and irrepressible – an expression of his native exuberance, the dreamy, buoyant soundtrack running through his head.

A bell’s not a bell ’til you ring it, A song’s not a song ’til you sing it, Love in your heart wasn’t put there to stay, Love isn’t love ’til you give it away!

You could make any song sound creepy if you wanted. It’s all about the inflection.

Those who wish to sing always find a song.

You can say a lot more with a poem than you can with a song, but with a song you can really be more powerful with it. You can express it a lot more powerfully.

Algunas cosas no duran para siempre, pero otras sí. Como una buena canción, o un buen libro, o un buen recuerdo que se puede recuperar y contemplar en los malos momentos..

It’s hard to really articulate what the parameters are that make one song parody-able and another song not, but if I can come up with a good enough idea for it, I go for it,...

There are so many songs out there in the world that – if I know we have to come up with a new cover, then I’ll just sit in my room and sing song after...

song of Moses the servant of God, and the song of the Lamb” (Rev. 15:3) It is the song of the heavenly fellowship.

The song ‘Laughing Down Crying’ is not a typical Daryl song.

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,If I am dead, as dead I well may be,You’ll come and find the place where I am lying,And kneel and say Ave there for me,And...

Blood in the water I sing, and one who shed it: deadliest hunger I sing, and one who fed it- weaving the ancient-most tale of the Sea’s sending: singing the tragedy, singing the joy unending...

It’ll be my luck that the worst candidate will pick up ‘Fly Over States’ as his election song. Then I’ll be forever linked to that guy, whoever he is!

You know what, I am not gonna lie, that Taylor Swift ‘Trouble’ song? I can’t resist that song. Her melodies are very catchy.

To share is precious, pure and fair.Don’t play with something you should cherish for life. Don’t you wanna care, ain’t it lonely out there?

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...

I close my eyes when I sing so I can feel the song better.

Oh … My twitchy witchy girl I think you are so nice, I give you bowls of porridge And I give you bowls of ice-cream.

. . . to my surprise I began to know what The Language was about, not just the part we were singing now but the whole poem. It began with the praise and joy in...

I can tell it all in song: pathos, gladness, love, joy, unhappiness.

‘Honky Tonk Badonkadonk’ wasn’t some serious song, but it was huge! It was funny.

kisses explode when… someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

THAT crazed girl improvising her music.Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,Her soul in division from itselfClimbing, falling She knew not where,Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declareA beautiful lofty...

Oh, what is brighter than the light?What is darker than the night?What is keener than an axe?What is softer than melting wax?Truth is brighter than the light,Falsehood darker than the night.Revenge is keener than an...

When I record, it feels like I’m in a bubble. There’s nothing else in my head right then. It’s just that song, and I’m trying to really sound like what the song is about.

After six or seven performances of any song, you begin to perform it rather than feel it.

When I write a song, it’s all about the riff – the riff first, then the words come later.

I am always hearing. . . the sound of a far off song. I do not exactly know where it is, or what it means; and I don’t hear much of it, only the odour...

For your learning disability pleasure, I’ll be playing a song backwards.

Any kind of anthemic song, for the most part, they’re on the positive side of things. It’s not hard to identify when a melody is just one degree too complicated or one degree too simple...

Songwriters write songs, but they really belong to the listener.

And Esme remembered in a rush–the wolfsong, the haunting, lyrical spirals of it in the dawn quiet and the feeling of euphoria that had attended it. Even in recollection the howling uplifted her like the...

Por decir lo que pienso sin pensar lo que digo, más de un beso me dieron… y más de un bofetón

How dare you say it’s nothing to me?Baby, you’re the only light I ever saw.