Top 100 His Song Quotes
#1. 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
#2. 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
#3. 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
#4. Sometimes - moments like this - only a song could bridge his heart to God's, filling his senses with truth and hope.
Karen Kingsbury
#5. 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
#6. 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
#7. 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
#8. 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
#9. 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
#10. 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
#11. So the wolfling is leaving his den to play among the lions, he said in a voice of quiet satisfaction.
George R R Martin
#12. 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
#13. 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
#14. 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
#15. I'm a really huge John Prine fan; I love his clever conversationalist songs.
Kacey Musgraves
#16. 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
#17. 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
#18. 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
#19. 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
#20. T.H. moved through the forest like the melody of a well-known song, in perfect harmony with his surroundings.
Charles De Lint
#21. 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
#22. 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
#23. 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
#24. 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
#25. His dagger was out, poised at her throat. Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.
George R R Martin
#26. His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.
George R R Martin
#27. 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
#28. People looked to Kurt Cobain because his songs captured what they felt before they knew they felt it.
Anthony DeCurtis
#29. 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
#30. 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
#31. 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
#32. 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
#34. 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
#35. 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
#36. 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
#37. 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
#38. 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
#39. 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
#40. 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
#41. 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
#42. 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
#43. 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
#44. The sun and its light, the ocean and the wave, the singer and his song - not one. Not two.
Anthony De Mello
#45. 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
#46. 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
#47. 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
#48. 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
#49. 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
#50. 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
#51. 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
#52. 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
#53. 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
#54. 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
#55. 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
#56. 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
#57. 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
#58. I like listening to Beyonce, and I like Jason Derulo. I love his new song 'Don't Wanna Go Home.'
Jackie Evancho
#59. 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
#60. 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
#61. 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
#62. Keith traced my face, traced my hands and traced my body as the crickets chirped a love song and I lost myself in his eyes that stroked my soul and punctured my heart, like a poison arrow in a shooting star
Aishabella Sheikh
#63. Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting
If I could hear his heart softly pounding
Yes, and only if he was lying by me
Would I lie in my bed once again.
Bob Dylan
#64. The more congenial page of some tenth-rate poeticule worn out with failure after failure and now squat in his hole like the tailless fox, he is curled up to snarl and whimper beneath the inaccessible vine of song.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
#65. Despite what I say in my songs, its never okay for a man to put his hands on a female.
Eminem
#66. I couldn't help the way he made me feel. Couldn't help that his arms were my favorite place. Couldn't help that his mouth was my favorite flavor and his voice was my favorite song.
A.L. Jackson
#67. Sappho survives, because we sing her songs; And Eschylus, because we read his plays!
Robert Browning
#68. It's hard to say a favorite song of my father's. I listen to all his stuff - a lot of the old stuff before the '70s.
Ziggy Marley
#69. There was something new in his expression, something Vaelin had never seen before and couldn't name. In later years he would see it in the faces of a thousand men and know it as an old friend: fear.
Anthony Ryan
#70. 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 horse gone wonky.' Throughout most of the
Elaine Morgan
#71. I'm a Fool" may not be a great song, but Sinatra's shattering performance of it transcends the material. His emotion is so naked that we're at once embarrassed and compelled: we literally feel for him.
James Kaplan
#72. When michael jackson died i wonder if his life flashed before him and if it did, i wonder if he thought 'who's that little black kid singing my songs?!'
Sean Lock
#73. Ryan stared at me as I pulled my phone out to see who was calling at this late
hour. "You have the Fraggle Rock theme song as your ring tone," he said, with a
bemused look on his face. "You are so weird.
Diana Rowland
#74. 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
#75. A man doesn't know his true strength until he fears for his life
Anthony Ryan
#76. This is not Winterfell', he told him as he cut his meat with fork and dagger. 'On the Wall, a man gets only what he earns. You're no ranger, Jon, only a green boy with the smell of summer still on you.
George R R Martin
#77. I don't mind him not talking so much, because you can hear his voice in your heart; the same way you can hear a song in your head even if there isn't a radio playing; the same way you can hear those blackbirds flying when they're not in the sky
Adam Rapp
#78. My concept of successful living is escaping the matrix, as we've talked about. It has very little to do with what people think success is. I actually feel successful right now, even though I don't have an album out, or a video or a song on the radio, because I'm trying to be obedient to His will.
Lauryn Hill
#79. He sang the song of the sword, keening as he fed his blade, and Rollo, standing thigh-deep in the creek, ax swinging in murderous blows, blocked the enemy's escape. The Frisians, transported from confidence to bowel-loosening fear, began to drop their weapons.
Bernard Cornwell
#80. A song was heard at Christmas
To wake the midnight sky:
A saviour's birth, and peace on earth,
And praise to God on high.
The angels sang at Christmas
With all the hosts above,
And still we sing the newborn King
His glory and his love.
Timothy Dudley-Smith
#81. He who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his song-bird in a cage.
Khalil Gibran
#82. And Ulysses stopped his ears against the siren's song for it was death.
V.E Schwab
#83. This is Lonesome Ridge, so we'd be the lonesome young," I pointed out. "Sounds like a song."
"Sounds like a heartache," he said, tightening his arms around me and resting his cheek on the top of my heard. "I don't want to be lonesome. I want to be with you.
Lucy Connors
#84. 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.
Graham Parker
#85. Everyone is here on earth as an artist; to tell his particular story or sing her irreplaceable song; to leave a unique creative signature.
Leonard Wolf
#86. He [Johnny Cash] always wanted to use his music to lift other people up, to say no matter how much trouble, there's hope. That was always his message in his songs. That's why he and [Bob] Dylan bonded so much, because they were both trying to do something meaningful.
Robert Hilburn
#87. I don't want to just be a teenage star. I want to be known by parents, and I want them to go, 'Oh I love that song; he's really good for his age. My daughter loves him, but I love him, too.'
Shawn Mendes
#88. 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
#89. Every man needs his Siren
To check his courage and strength
When he hears her song
In his travels through the unknown.
Dejan Stojanovic
#90. If my serenade of song and story should serve as a pillow for some composer's head, as yet perhaps unborn, to dream and build on our fond melodies in his tomorrow, I have not labored in vain.
William Christopher Handy
#91. Mo Yan is a writer who, defiantly in the face of those who wish his work were less cartoonish and more straightforward in its political meanings, continues to sing his own peculiar and alluring song.
Dwight Garner
#92. Music is given of God to further his purposes. Sweet melodies mellow the souls of men and help prepare them for the gospel. After men receive the truth, songs of praise to Deity help to sanctify and cleanse their souls.
Bruce R. McConkie
#93. The fire breather is beneath the clover, and beneath his breathing there is cold clay forever
Joanna Newsom
#94. I'm not tempted to write a song about George W. Bush. I couldn't figure out what sort of song I would write. That's the problem: I don't want to satirise George Bush and his puppeteers, I want to vaporise them.
Tom Lehrer
#95. Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world
Robert Browning
#96. The songwriter mustn't fall in love with his own song. If it doesn't belong, he can't push it into a show. Let him save it; maybe it'll fit in another show.
Dorothy Fields
#97. I was in my dad's church, his Baptist church, and I think the first song I ever performed was 'Jesus Be a Fence Around Me.'
Aretha Franklin
#98. His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn't be over-dreamed - that voice was a deathless song.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#99. Another song for Harry is don't tell'm by Jeremiah it compares to Harry because he got to keep as secret from everyone that he is a wizard and only his cousin, aunt, and uncle know
J.K. Rowling
#100. She clung to him, song after song, staring into his eyes they way she used to stare into mine.
Kiera Cass
