When we hear the bird sing, it hears only how to love. (Quand on entend l’oiseau chanter, – Lui n’entend que comment aimer.)

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

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...

Treat a sick man with the medicine and a sad man with the music.

Every song is different.

People are like songs to me. About 60 seconds in, I’ll know whether or not to add them to my ‘favorites.

Kuramy’Imana kwawe bingana n’ubusabana bwaw’Imana nuburyo ubohostemo.

So writing a song is much harder than doing a classical piece for me, because in a classical piece, I can just let the mood dictate what’s going to happen.

Do you wrestle with dreams? Do you contend with shadows? Do you move in a kind of sleep? Time has slipped away. Your life is stolen. You tarried with trifles, Victim of your folly.

Ringo Starr may not have much of a voice, but when he sang a song on a Beatle album, it had its own special charm.

There’s this notion that allows people to create their own collection of songs, so it rewrites what a song is. They may only want 10 seconds of something, or they may only want this particular...

I was always an unusual girl.My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as...

When I was a kid, my first favorite song was probably Lou Reed’s ‘Walk on the Wild Side.’

If I had the knackI’d sing likeCherry flakes falling

Forest deep, silent bellsThere’s a secret no one tellsValley quiet, water stillLynburns watching on the hillApples red, corn goldAlmost everyone grows old

This world has need of song and sword.

When I want to be popular, I pull on a guitar and sing a song. Pras did not affect me because, in the realm of politics, he has never stood up for anything.

Her happiness floated like waves of ocean along the coast of her life. She found lyrics of her life in his arms but she never sung her song.

Through my history’s despiteand ruin, I have cometo its remainder, and herehave made the beginningof a farm intended to becomemy art of being here.By it I would instructmy wants: they should belongto each other and...

A large American automobile came crawling close to us, and we could hear from behind its thick windows the deep bass of the radio, and the nasty words of a hateful song.It seemed like so...

I say if a novelty Christmas song is funny one time, then it is funny every time. – Calvin

I do not wanna write a song like ‘Coathanger’ so Andrew Breitbart can rage against me on his web site. It’s not my idea of fun.

When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West,...

Wolf Star shines on wintry high;Gazing northward by and by.Ice and snow on shorelines lie;Wind and spirits haunt the sky.

I’m trying to be a better gangsta, so I’m learning how to play the ukulele. I’m also trying to figure out how to rap a romance novel, like The Notebook.

Sometimes I have thought that a song should look disappointing on the page – a little thin, perhaps, a little repetitive, or a little on the obvious side, or a mixture of all of these...

Poetry is the language of the soul;Poetic Prose, the language of my heart.Each line must flow as in a song,and strike a chord that rings forever.To me, words are music!

I don’t know why you care. He doesn’t even know you’re there

I loved the feeling of finally falling in love to someone who would love me back.

I love you beyond paint, beyond melodies, beyond words. And I hope you will always feel that, even when I’m not around to tell you so.

I just wrote one song at a time. Kinda like an alcoholic. One day at a time.

Did I live the spring I’d sought?It’s true in joy, I walked along,took part in dance, and sang the song.and never tried to bind an hourto my borrowed garden bower;nor did I once entreata day...

We need music the most when we’re feeling things really intensely. I think the most intense times in your life are when you’re either falling in love or losing it

With technology now, you can go in and sing a song, and for $100,000, you will sound flawless.

A sound interrupted him; a frail quivering sound, a voice bubbling up without direction, vigour, beginning or end, running weakly and shrilly and with an absence of all human meaning intoee um fah sofoo swee...

Listen in close, Wall Street Conquistadors, you’re spreading like vapor up through people’s floors, you’re moving en masse under the cracks of our doors and grabbing our children to work in your stores, feeding the...

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia and forget about those stupid little things.

I was just writing songs because, if a song shows up, you’ve gotta write it. I didn’t know what to do with them. I didn’t have any faith in my voice.

Now I’m a warriorNow i’ve got thicker skinI’m a warrior I’m stronger than i’ve ever beenAnd my amorIs made of steel you can’t get in i’m a warriorAnd you can never hurt me again

It’s not just a revue where one song is done, then another. There are concepts and ideas at work.

Let me be kind, let me be compassionate, let me be joyful, and let me sing a song of love.

There were a lot of one-hit wonders in the 90s. I was one of them, though mine was just a fender bender and I left before the cops showed up.

True Love denied or rejected is as deadly as a nuclear missile to the soul

I’m glad that our music motivates people to exercise. If I had to pick just one song to run to, it would be ‘Violet’ by Hole. It makes me want to run.

But what if you’re wrong?What if there’s more?What if there’s hope you never dreamed of hoping for?What if you jump?And just close your eyes?What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?What if...

It sounds like something from a Woody Guthrie song, but it’s true; I was raised in a freight car.

Sometimes we must grow stronger andYou can’t be stronger in the darkWhen I’m here, no longer You must be stronger