Top 100 His Song Quotes
#1. The Prayer of the Beasts: "Men are made for the Law of God, but the beasts and birds obey Him. Men sing hymns upon the alter of God, but the beasts and birds are His song.
Cameron Dayton
#2. The sun and its light, the ocean and the wave, the singer and his song - not one. Not two.
Anthony De Mello
#3. A cicada whines,
his voice
Starting to drown through the rainy world,
No ripple of wind,
no sound but his song of black wings,
No song but the song of his black wings.
Such emptiness at the heart,
such emptiness at the heart of being,
Charles Wright
#4. His song would be our only path, despite any sins w might have committed and any punishments we might deserve. What we believed in, and what we said aloud, we could create before His eyes and in His image.
Alice Hoffman
#5. He who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his song-bird in a cage.
Khalil Gibran
#6. His song began to change. It grew softer, sweeter, like the morning after a long cry, when your head still hurt but your heart was no longer broken.
Holly Black
#7. Let us be like a bird for a moment perched
On a frail branch when he sings;
Though he feels it bend, yet he sings his song,
Knowing that he has wings.
Victor Hugo
#8. Her wild storm had just told her he loved her, the piercing joy of his song branding her as indelibly his.
I'll be home soon, princess.
Nalini Singh
#9. I would love to do a collaboration with Lil' Wayne. I would have loved to sing on his song, 'How To Love.' I wanted to do the remix to that song really bad.
Stephanie Mills
#10. The melodies were melodies that anybody could sing or hum or whistle. And the words were just about that simple. I think the stories Hank told in his song fit so many people. Nearly everybody in the audience acted as if Hank were singin to them alone.
Don Helms
#11. There was a jolly miller once, Lived on the River Dee; He worked and sang, from morn to night; No lark so blithe as he. And this the burden of his song, Forever used to be, I care for nobody, not I, If no one cares for me.
Isaac Bickerstaffe
#12. Rather than recall
in these flowers
the fragrance of the past,
I would like to hear this nightingale's voice,
to know if his song is as sweet.
Izumi Shikibu
#13. Would you tell Dank that I will alway love him? That I'm sorry that I can't leave here. I'm protecting those I love. But I will think of him every day and I will hum his song to myself every night as I go to sleep.
Abbi Glines
#14. If you ever find something worth singing for again", she said, a silent, fierce hope in her heart for his song, "I hope you will invite me to listen.
Nalini Singh
#15. The first time I heard Sam Cooke was in the 'Malcom X' film. I was with my father, and that's the first time I heard his song. I remember my father telling me the story of Sam Cooke.
Leon Bridges
#16. Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words, killing me softly with his song.
Roberta Flack
#17. Live long, my friend, be wise and strong. But do not from any man his song.
Ruskin Bond
#18. God's poet is silence! His song is unspoken, And yet so profound, so loud, and so far, It fills you, it thrills you with measures unbroken, And as soft, and as fair, and as far as a star.
Joaquin Miller
#19. It was as if his song was one voice, calling out into the darkness until it was answered by another, harmonizing with its own unique voice and emotion to create something even more beautiful than the sum of its parts.
Erik Tomblin
#20. Get up, get out, and be social. - from his song Don't try
Gerard Way
#21. As Tim Minchin put it in his song "If I Didn't Have You": Your love is one in a million; You couldn't buy it at any price. But of the 9.999 hundred thousand other loves, Statistically, some of them would be equally nice.
Randall Munroe
#22. He sent up his song towards the star-land out of his reach, where, circled with light, the planet who ruled his destiny shone unknown and out of ken.
Rabindranath Tagore
#23. Until you hear the voice of God, you won't be able to sing His song. Why? Because you're out of tune.
Mark Batterson
#24. Do you still love me?" My breath stopped as I
waited for his answer. I hoped from his expression and his song that he
did, but I needed to hear him acknowledge it.
He sighed and looked over my face. Slowly, he nodded. "You would
never believe how much.
S.C. Stephens
#25. The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame Over his living head like heaven is bent, An early but enduring monument, Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song In sorrow.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#26. Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
Anonymous
#27. She always played his song because whenever she saw him, it was like moving into a warm pocket of air.
Elizabeth Strout
#28. There's only one drummer. We all travel to his beat. Well, I couldn't sing his song. Because for me, it wasn't a truthful statement. Well, Linda sang it, and it was a monster for her.
Barry McGuire
#29. My friend Lou Reed came to the end of his song. So very sad.But hey, Lou, you'll always take a walk on the wild side. Always a perfect day.
Salman Rushdie
#30. And now the herald lark Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry The morn's approach, and greet her with his song.
John Milton
#31. Farewell, farewell," said the swallow, with a heavy heart, as he left the warm countries, to fly back into Denmark. There he had a nest over the window of a house in which dwelt the writer of fairy tales. The swallow sang "Tweet, tweet," and from his song came the whole story.
Hans Christian Andersen
#32. The music is the shining path over which the poet travels to bring his song to the world.
Lotte Lehmann
#33. You don't have to do this, Dakota. Nothing that man has to say to you is of any consequence. You already know his song.
Ann Simko
#34. The oriole entered the capital of dawn. The sword of his song closed the sad bed.
Everything forever ended.
Rene Char
#35. Even in the beginning, when we knew there was a legal argument about how much our song sounds like his song, as one songwriter to another, I wasn't sure that Cat Stevens would take that as bad.
Wayne Coyne
#36. The nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. For his song is all the joy of life, And we in the mad spring weather, We two have listened till he sang Our hearts and lips together.
William Ernest Henley
#37. No man sings as beautifully as when his song is accompanied by a woman's voice.
Roman Payne
#38. My Flame, my tortured boy, had broken through the last of his defenses. He had found his voice. Flame, my always and forever, had found his song, like I had found mine. And through our love, he had finally found the courage to sing.
Tillie Cole
#39. For me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?
Bram Stoker
#40. His song was only living aloud,
His work, a singing with his hand!
Sidney Lanier
#42. David Bowie emerged as a rock star in the late '60s. And as Ken Tucker wrote, "In the face of the hippy era's sincerity, intimacy and generosity, Bowie presented irony, distance and self-absorption. His song 'Changes' announced the arrival of a new counterculture," unquote.
David Bowie
#43. With love that knew no fear, the Singer caught his torment, wrapped it all in song and gave it back to him as peace.
Calvin Miller
#44. PSA98.1 O sing unto the LORD a new song; for he hath done marvellous things: his right hand, and his holy arm, hath gotten him the victory. PSA98.2 The LORD hath made known his salvation: his righteousness hath he openly shewed in the sight of the heathen.
Anonymous
#45. He knows I'll like a song before I've heard it. He laughs before I even get to the punchline. There's a place on his chest, just below his throat, that makes me want to let him open doors for me. There's only one of him. Park
Rainbow Rowell
#46. Sometimes - moments like this - only a song could bridge his heart to God's, filling his senses with truth and hope.
Karen Kingsbury
#47. So I guess I'm a fool, I'm a fool in love. But I'm willing to stay here, and bask in the glory of his heart.
Rihanna
#48. To the sight of the swallows dying in mid air, Alessandro was finally able to add his own benediction. "Dear God, I beg of you only one thing. Let me join the ones I love. Carry me to them, unite me with them, let me see them, let me touch them." And then it all ran together, like a song.
Mark Helprin
#49. Well he could hate too, hate was easy, hate would fuel him if his mother's love could not. Loyalty is our strength. He snorted a silent laughed of derision. Let loyalty be your strength, Father. My hate for you will be mine.
Anthony Ryan
#50. If a man, in a lifetime of 50 years, can point to six songs that are immediately identifiable, he has achieved something. Irving Berlin can sing 60 that are immediately identifiable. Somebody once said you couldn't have a holiday without his permission.
Sammy Cahn
#51. For every benefit conferred, God is to be praised in his gifts. Otherwise when the time of judgment comes, that man will be punished as an ingrate who cannot say to God: 'Your statutes were my song in the land of exile.'
Saint Bernard
#52. Shout for joy, O heavens; rejoice, O earth; burst into song, O mountains! For the Lord comforts His people and will have compassion on His afflicted ones (Isa. 49:13).
Beth Moore
#53. So the wolfling is leaving his den to play among the lions, he said in a voice of quiet satisfaction.
George R R Martin
#54. How sweet the harmonies of the afternoon!
The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze
His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon;
Rich breath of hayfields streams thro' whispering trees;
And birds of morning trim their bustling wings,
And listen fondly
while the Blackbird sings.
Frederick Tennyson
#55. All ages serve and worship the same God, gather under the same gospel and add to the collective song that praises the faithfulness of God as each generation shares in his promises to us.
Keith Getty
#56. His bite will be cruel, but his tongue cunning,
His breath seductive, but his grip deadly.
The Dragon knows only hunger, never sated,
Only thirst, never quenched.
- Song of Venda
Mary E. Pearson
#57. I'm a really huge John Prine fan; I love his clever conversationalist songs.
Kacey Musgraves
#58. I worked with Snoop, but I would love to work with him again, but DMX ... I would love to work with him as well ... I met him in Atlanta; I went to one of his concerts; I would love to do a song with him. I respect him and really like his music.
Bow Wow
#59. Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong. So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road.
Bob Dylan
#60. There was a chance for me to write one song for the section where Elvis sat in his black leather outfit and sang the old hits. At eight oclock the next morning I had written Memories.
Mac Davis
#61. When I met Michael Jordan on a basketball court at an athletic club - we hooped together in Chicago - he came to me and asked me if I wanted to do a song for his upcoming movie. I was like, 'Yeah!' I didn't even ask what it was.
R. Kelly
#62. T.H. moved through the forest like the melody of a well-known song, in perfect harmony with his surroundings.
Charles De Lint
#63. The title song of David Bowie's 'Young Americans' is one of his handful of classics, a bizarre mixture of social comment, run-on lyric style, English pop and American soul.
Jon Landau
#64. I hit the dance floor, wincing a little bit as the DJ looped feedback through the throbbing of a useless song about someone playing poker with his face or something.
Lili St. Crow
#65. I respect Chris Carrabba as a songwriter and I also respect his past. He's got this fierce, straight edge, kind of hardcore core. There's so many songs that people are connected to and they all came together in a kind of DIY way, which I really do respect.
Stephan Jenkins
#66. That night, stargazing on the deck with Dad, eyes on the sky, he pointed out Orion, Betelgeuse. "It's an art to read the stars, baby."
I never wanted to leave his side-my sure song for so long. Now? His eyes are stone changed. Just looking at them hurts my heart.
Norma Fox Mazer
#67. His dagger was out, poised at her throat. Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.
George R R Martin
#68. His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.
George R R Martin
#69. In my village, one of our priests says that love between men is a great sin- the other argues that nothing at all is sinful except weak ale, overdone meat, and building a fire in any way but his.
Peter S. Beagle
#70. People looked to Kurt Cobain because his songs captured what they felt before they knew they felt it.
Anthony DeCurtis
#71. I should have cracked his skull mid song and sent his blood spraying out wet through the mead hall like a shocking change of key.
John Gardner
#72. Look at the magnificence of love,
At this heavenly dusk,
Wind is singing the song of joy,
The sun is kissing the ocean.
Saying goodbye for the night
Promising to wake her up
At the dawn of life,
With the touch of his warmth
and light.
Debasish Mridha
#73. I liked his voice, rich and unself-conscious even when he forgot words and hummed to fill in the gap. What I didn't understand, I imagined, and thus it became a love song.
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
#74. Megan, I'm pretty sure none of my family is going to break out into song like in a Bollywood movie tonight, he said, with amusement ringing in his voice.
Katie Ashley
#76. Liquor wasn't forbidden in the Order, but it was frowned upon by the more Faithful masters. Some said anything that dulled the senses was a barrier to the Faith, the less a man remembered of his life the less he had to take with him to the Beyond.
Anthony Ryan
#77. Another song for Harry Potter is my time is know by John Cena. It relates to Harry because it is his time to be the best wizard at Hogwarts his school.
J.K. Rowling
#78. Expected. Lord Tywin did not suffer disloyalty in his vassals. He had extinguished the proud Reynes of Castamere and the ancient Tarbecks of Tarbeck Hall root and branch when he was still half a boy. The singers had even made a rather gloomy song of it.
George R R Martin
#79. In song and dance, man forgets how to walk and speak and is on the way into flying into the air, dancing ... his very gestures express enchantment.
Friedrich Nietzsche
#80. Courtesy, not control, that was His means. Just as He requested the stars to sing and they leapt into bright being, so request was to be their rule over bird and beast, seas and trees, mountains and moons and all the dancing distances between the heavenlies filled with the unending song of Creation.
Geoffrey Wood
#81. And one there was, a dreamer born,
Who, with a mission to fulfill,
Had left the Muses' haunts to turn
The crank of an opinion-mill,
Making his rustic reed of song
A weapon in the war with wrong, ...
A Tent on the Beach
John Greenleaf Whittier
#82. Would you marry you? Be the right person before seeking the right person. Solomon's bride is carefully chosen for the good of his family, for the good of his kingdom.
pg 9
Michael Ben Zehabe
#83. Ralph Stanley is like an uncle to us and now that all my uncles are gone, Ralph's singing is even more precious. This album of classic folk songs is one of his best.
Garrison Keillor
#84. Greg Trooper writes great songs, including one of my very favorite songs in the world, Little Sister. On top of all that, there's his voice - an instrument I have coveted for 15 years.
Steve Earle
#85. It was generally believed, said Theophilus, that Orpheus learned his music from the birds. His small voice, piping after theirs, filled with all the secret stories of the earth.
Ann Wroe
#86. I have to believe he will do as he promised. Yet the truth is that I trust him because of the way he snared my fingers in his. That is the worst reason of all to trust, but my bitter heart will not stop singing its recklessly giddy song.
Kate Elliott
#87. I was a B.I.G. fan. I like all of his stuff. I don't really have a favorite song. They all are good, and each brings different memories to me. And you can still listen to it to this day and it means something.
Martin Lawrence
#88. Willy DeVille knows the truth of a city street and the courage in a ghetto love song. And the harsh reality in his voice and phrasing is yesterday, today, and tomorrow - timeless in the same way that loneliness, no money, and troubles find each other and never quit for a minute.
Doc Pomus
#89. Song of Solomon told me a man and woman's passion is intended to be mutual." His smile dissolved and he looked troubled. "A shared blessing.
Francine Rivers
#90. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins;
Such harmony is in immortal souls,
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it.
William Shakespeare
#91. I always used to love singing. The first song I knew all the words to was 'Girl of My Best Friend' by Elvis. My dad introduced me to his music, and when I got given a karaoke machine by my granddad, my cousin and I recorded a load of Elvis tracks. I wish I still had them so I could have a listen.
One Direction
#92. holy scripture was believed to justify her subordination and explain her inferiority; for even as a copy she was not a very good copy. There were differences. She was not one of His best efforts. There is a line in an old folk song that runs: 'I called my donkey a
Elaine Morgan
#93. But touch me, and no minister so sore.
Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time
Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme,
Sacred to ridicule his whole life long,
And the sad burthen of some merry song.
Alexander Pope
#94. For they both were solitary,
She on earth and he is heaven.
And he wooed her with caressed,
Wooed her with his smile of sunshine
-Song of Hiawatha, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Jana Oliver
#95. There's only one of him, she thought, and he's right here.
He knows I'll like a song before I've heard it. He laughs before I even get to the punch line. There's a place on his chest, just below his throat, that makes me want to let him open doors for me.
There's only one of him.
Rainbow Rowell
#96. I think Frank Ocean is a talented artist; I think he's created material that made me know his name, that impressed me, with things he said on a song like 'Novacane.'
Curtis Jackson
#97. I like listening to Beyonce, and I like Jason Derulo. I love his new song 'Don't Wanna Go Home.'
Jackie Evancho
#98. She greeted him with a smile, holding her hand out for him to kiss (...) Nevertheless he went to one knee and pressed his lips against her knuckles. Her flesh was warmer than he'd expected and he angered himself for enjoying the sensation.
Anthony Ryan
#99. I was his and he was mine, and we were the beginning and middle and end. We were a song that had been sung from the very first ember of light in the world.
Sarah J. Maas
#100. Abraham had eight sons
not one. All eight sons bring something to the table. Abraham loved all of his sons. He was a good father who made sure all his sons were literate, of good character and shared a common ideology with their father, Abraham. Abraham did good. Where did we go wrong?
pg 54
Michael Ben Zehabe
