Top 100 Sings Of Quotes
#1. Creation is more than an accident of dead matter. It's a romance. It has purpose. It sings of the Living God. It bears his signature.
Charles J. Chaput
#3. Naturally I drew register a little exaggerated, in order to create something new in the sense of a sublime literature that sings of despair only in order to oppress the reader, and make him desire the good as the remedy.
Comte De Lautreamont
#4. The calls of birds and the traces left by wolves to mark off their territories are no less forms of language than the sings of humans. What is distinctively human is not the capacity for language. It is the crystallisation of language in writing.
John N. Gray
#5. In her eyes, the sadness sings - of one who was destined, for better things.
Lang Leav
#6. Primitive times are lyrical, ancient times epical, modern times dramatic. The ode sings of eternity, the epic imparts solemnity tohistory, the drama depicts life. The characteristic of the first poetry is ingeniousness, of the second, simplicity, of the third, truth.
Victor Hugo
#7. It will not fall away. Man cannot judge it. For art sings of God, and ultimately belongs to Him.
Patti Smith
#8. The old King is dead. The new King approaches! And at his approach the world sheds its sorrow. The sings of the old King dissolve like morning mist! The world assumes the character of the new. His virtues fill up the wood and world!
Susanna Clarke
#9. In mirth he mocks the other birds at noon,
Catching the lilt of every easy tune;
But when the day departs he sings of love,
His own wild song beneath the listening moon.
Henry Van Dyke
#10. The blood in my veins is frozen but it sings of love.
Graham Joyce
#11. Pride, I suppose, is the most treacherous of virtues. The Christians call it a sin, but no poet sings of men who have no pride. Christians say the meek will inherit the earth, but the meek inspire no songs.
Bernard Cornwell
#12. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill, of things unknown, but longed for still, and his tune is heard on the distant hill, for the caged bird sings of freedom.
Maya Angelou
#13. Who sings of all of Love's eternity
Who shines so bright
In all the songs of Love's unending spells?
Holy lightning strikes all that's evil
Teaching us to love for goodness sake.
Hear the music of Love Eternal
Teaching us to reach for goodness sake.
Jon Anderson
#14. Her expression was distant and he was ashamed to find himself hunting for sings of pain in her features, some evidence of heartache.
Stephen Lloyd Jones
#15. The wind comes creeping, it calls to me to come go exploring. It sings of the things that are to be found under the leaves. It whispers the dreams of the tall fir trees. It does pipe the gentle song the forest sings on gray days. I hear all the voices calling me. I listen. But I cannot go.
Opal Whiteley
#16. In Damascus:
the traveler sings to himself:
I return from Syria
neither alive
nor dead
but as clouds
that ease the butterfly's burden
from my fugitive soul
Mahmoud Darwish
#17. What I look for in a voice is for it to be unique. I don't really care if a singer sings well. Really, it's about emotion, or being able to sing the lyrics and actually mean it. A lot of singers sing good notes but forget about what words they use.
Zedd
#18. The thundering line of battle stands, And in the air Death moans and sings: But Day shall clasp him with strong hands, And Night shall fold him in soft wings.
Julian Grenfell
#19. Seated upon the convex mound Of one vast kidney, Jonah prays And sings his canticles and hymns, Making the hollow vault resound God's goodness and mysterious ways, Till the great fish spouts music as he swims.
Aldous Huxley
#20. But O, sick children of the world,
Of all the many changing things
In dreary dancing past us whirled,
To the cracked tune that Chronos sings,
Words alone are certain good.
William Butler Yeats
#21. Some of my favorite films are musicals, like 'Walk the Line,' 'The Rose' and 'Lady Sings the Blues.' I just love the way the music and the story fuel each other.
Gina Prince-Bythewood
#22. 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
#23. My heart has become as hard as a city street, the horses trample upon it, it sings like iron, all day long and all night long they beat, they ring like the hooves of time.
Conrad Aiken
#24. The voice gets to the soul of a person more than any other instrument. Because it's the voice. It sings talks, it cries, it laughs, it squeals, it barks, it shouts it whispers, There is no other instrument that can do that. We're born with it.
Bobby McFerrin
#25. A poet is a silent singer; he sings the deep songs of the soul silently.
Debasish Mridha
#26. I would not for my life destroy one star of human hope, but I want it so that when a poor woman rocks the cradle and sings a lullaby to the dimpled darling, she will not be compelled to believe that ninety-nine chances in a hundred she is raising kindling wood for hell.
Robert Green Ingersoll
#27. Wild sings the bird of the heart in the forests of our lives.
Mary Oliver
#28. The true self is not aware that it is a self. A bird, as it sings, sings itself. But not according to a picture. It has no idea of itself.
D.H. Lawrence
#29. The activity of a singer that sings opera is similar to that of an athlete.
Andrea Bocelli
#30. Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.
Rabindranath Tagore
#31. My heart isn't Tiffany.
It's made of broken dreams
strung together with hope.
But, it sings her name
from the bottom
of my junk shop heart.
Kirk Diedrich
#32. I've learned what 'classical' means. It means something that sings and dances through sheer joy of existence.
Gustav Holst
#33. Tess was awake before dawn - at the marginal minute of the dark when the grove is still mute, save for one prophetic bird who sings with a clear-voiced conviction that he at least knows the correct time of day, the rest preserving silence as if equally convinced that he is mistaken.
Thomas Hardy
#34. The man who is praised by others is regarded as worthy though he may be really void of all merit. But the man who sings his own praises becomes disgraced though he should be Indra, the possessor of all excellencies.
Chanakya
#35. Sings. Hope in every sphere of life is a privilege that attaches to action. No action, no hope.
Peter Levi
#36. Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit."
"Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving
Kahlil Gibran
#37. Don't fall in love with me. I hold within me a hundred prayers. My soul sings the lament of the damned. I am my own purgatory. I design my own hell.
Nessie Q.
#38. A bird sings in the morning, an owl hoots at night ... it's still a bloody bird.
Oliver Reed
#39. Love moves in sync with the cadence of forgiveness, sings in tune with the melody of acceptance, and dances in rhythm with the music of companionship.
Steve Maraboli
#40. Cruelty is a mystery, and the waste of pain. But if we describe a word to compass these things, a world that is a long, brute game, then we bump against another mystery: the inrush of power and delight, the canary that sings on the skull.
Annie Dillard
#41. I have come to the conviction that once one embarks on a concept for a building, this concept has to be exaggerated and overstated and repeated in every part of its interior so that wherever you are, inside or outside, the building sings with the same message.
Eero Saarinen
#42. A song, a beautiful song sings in my soul and heart.
Religious Leader Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
The Religion Of The Blue Circle
Petra Hermans
#43. I'm just an ordinary, walking-down-the-street, mother of two children who sings for her supper.
Eddi Reader
#44. While one is singing one does not think about whether of not the singing is useful. One simply sings.
Hermann Hesse
#45. If you don't start with crazy, crazy love, the kind of love that Van Morrison sings about, then you don't have a shot to go the distance. Love's a marathon, Danny, not a sprint.
Caroline Kepnes
#46. You each have the same energy and it sings within you. You need not be shy of it, it is your own. You need not look to gurus, or Gods, or Seths. It dwells within your own being.
Jane Roberts
#47. Hope is a bird that sings the songs of possibilities from the deepness of the heart.
Debasish Mridha
#48. I decided at 15 that I didn't want to be one of those artists that gets up and sings love songs they don't mean. I decided that I was going to be me to the fullest extent, that my songs were going to reflect relationships I've had, things I've been through, and even the stuff I'm embarrassed about.
Pink
#49. 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
#51. The universe sings a deep, eternal song, sound in waves, in deep sighs, in whispers, in swirling chords and rising, falling tones. The music of the worlds, weaving in a pattern that is both chaos and order, both beauty and terror, without beginning, without end.
Jessica Khoury
#52. The Winans have been some of my favorite people, and Marvin certainly has a real anointing when he preaches and sings; he's a great interpreter of my music.
Andrae Crouch
#53. An aged Burgundy runs with a beardless Port. I cherish the fancy that Port speaks sentences of wisdom, Burgundy sings the inspired Ode.
Ambrose Bierce
#54. And the elephant sings deep in the forest-maze
About a star of deathless and painless peace
But no astronomer can find where it is.
Ted Hughes
#55. When the sparrow sings its final refrain, the hush is felt nowhere more deeply than in the heart of man.
Don Williams
#56. I was born on the night of Samhain, when the barrier between the worlds is whisper-thin and when magic, old magic, sings its heady and sweet song to anyone who cares to hear it.
Carolyn MacCullough
#57. There're lots of musicians in my family, too. My mother sings incredibly well. I've got to make a record with my mother's voice on it. She sings a lyric soprano. We do the opposite. I'm a baritone. She's a star singer in her church. She always does her solo.
Grace Jones
#58. The primitive in each of us climbs closer to the surface during the night, for the moon sings to it, and the cold void between the stars speaks its language. To that savage self, evil can look lovely in too little light.
Dean Koontz
#59. All the signs were right. And when I mean all the sings were right, the only signs that we care about when we start a project of making a record is, do we have the songs - it's that simple.
Graham Nash
#60. My whole body sings to be near him,because every movement he makes is charged with electricity.I often think of putting my arms around him or running my fingers along his lips.When I let my thoughts go there the sharp pain of unrequited love invites the migraine in.
E. Lockhart
#61. She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty How love makes young men thrall and old men dote How love is wise in folly, foolish-witty Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe, And still the choir of echoes answer so.
William Shakespeare
#62. She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for Geisha to want. It is not for geisha to feel. Geisha is an artist of the floating world. She dances, she sings. She entertains you, whatever you want. The rest is shadows, the rest is secret.
Arthur Golden
#63. I watch him, enthralled as slowly, like the predator he is, he stalks me in time to the slow sultry beat of the music. He's barefoot, wearing just an untucked white shirt, jeans, and a smoldering look.
Nina sings "You're mine" as Christian reaches me, his intention clear.
E.L. James
#64. The stream sings a subdued music, a scarcely audible lilt, faint and fluid syllables not quite said. It slips away into its future, where it already is, and flows steadily forth from up the canyon, a fountain of rumors from regions known to it and not to me.
John Daniel
#65. The musician writes for the orchestra what his inner voice sings to him; the painter rarely relies without disadvantage solely upon the images which his inner eye presents to him; nature gives him his forms, study governs his combinations of them.
Hermann Ebbinghaus
#66. The winter moon becomes a companion, the heart of the priest, sunk in meditation upon religion and philosophy, there in the mountain hall, is engaged in a delicate interplay and exchange with the moon; and it is this of which the poet sings.
Yasunari Kawabata
#67. Dignified in what she does, when she sings the smile that she brings to all of you unaware of what's to come, I said tell me what's to come.
Tegan Quin
#68. A poet, Hephaestion, sings not to narrate human events as they occur, but to make sure that we have the opportunity of living the emotions and the passions of our heroes even at a distance of centuries.
Valerio Massimo Manfredi
#70. People think of songwriting as a very personal thing: A guy gets up there with an acoustic guitar and he sings his heart out, bares his soul.
Craig Finn
#71. I'm singing for the love of it/Have mercy on the man who sings to be adored.
Josh Ritter
#72. Ecstasy is orchestrating the body, into a beautiful song, that sings the praises of the heart and soul.
Jaeda DeWalt
#73. The roofs are shining from the rain,
The sparrows twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.
Yet the back yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree-
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.
Sara Teasdale
#74. It is well within the order of things that man should listen when his mate sings; but the true male never yet walked who liked to listen when his mate talked.
Anna Wickham
#75. When Michael Jackson sings it is with the voice of angels, and when his feet move, you can see God dancing.
Bob Geldof
#76. Mind can hear a song sung by heart
when no sound is heard by the ears.
Toba Beta
#77. There's just something about the way he sings. It makes me think of when it snows outside, and the fire is warm, and Podo is telling us a story while you're cooking, and there's no place I'd rather be
but for some reason I still feel ... homesick.
Andrew Peterson
#78. The life of every river sings its own song, but in most the song is long marred by the discords of misuse.
Aldo Leopold
#79. A bird sings, a child prattles, but it is the same hymn; hymn indistinct, inarticulate, but full of profound meaning.
Victor Hugo
#80. Opera is when a guy gets stabbed in the back and, instead of bleeding, he sings.
Robert Benchley
#81. But what after all is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness dims so soon, and so soon a bird sings, a cock crows, or a faint green quickens, like a turning leaf, in the hollow of the wave.
Virginia Woolf
#82. My heart dances with joy and sings with passion when it hears the music of love.
Debasish Mridha
#83. Suddenly I found you and the spirit in me sings, Don't have to look no further, You're the soul of many things.
Bob Dylan
#84. Red sings like summer in the shadows, hot on my tongue ...
Nell Grey
#85. Her heart is played like well worn strings
In her eyes the sadness sings
Of one who was destined of better things
Lang Leav
#86. Her voice is raw. She sings from the deepest cracks of her heart and her soul. When she closes her eyes, I know she has lost herself in the music. - Unrequited
Alisa Mullen
#87. He is happy whom the Muses love. For though a man has sorrow and grief in his soul, yet when the servant of the Muses sings, at once he forgets his dark thoughts and remembers not his troubles. Such is the holy gift of the Muses to men.
Hesiod
#88. Anyway, she sings like a mad tropical bird, and it's just a fondue of molten wanting and grieving and the sadness of the large naked swinging breasts and soft olive skin and everything that you wish you could remember and feel and know.
Nicholson Baker
#89. A soccer game is a Wagner opera. The narrative sets up, the tension builds, the music ebbs and flows, the strings, the horns, more tension, and suddenly a moment of pure bliss, trumpet-tongued Gabriel sings, and gods descend from Olympus to dance - this peak of ecstasy.
Rabih Alameddine
#90. Which of you would be silent - when all else sings together in unison?
Khalil Gibran
#91. I'm not really interested in a ton of female musicians but there is something about Britney that compelled me - the way she sings and just the way she looks.
Lana Del Rey
#92. His vocals are the stuff of legend - strong, clean, and powerful with a rawness that hooks into your soul and gives it a tug. He sings, and you feel he's doing it just for you, taking your pain, frustration, joy, rage, sorrow, and love and giving it a voice.
Kristen Callihan
#93. The mother sings a hungry song
Of blood and cracking teeth
She dances in the dark below
wants to pull us underneath
Her claws, they rise, they sway in dance
to the melody of screams
Her lullaby will never end
till the world comes apart at the seams
Amy Lukavics
#94. I simply do not subscribe to the hypocrisy of sitting in a church surrounded by an overprivileged Society that sings alleluias on Sunday and practices hedonism the rest of the week.
Sophie Jordan
#95. I miss you, Jude. I'm looking forward to putting my arms around you. We're going to sing just like the old days. Everyone sings here. After a while it kind of sounds like screaming. Just listen. Listen and you can hear them screaming.
Joe Hill
#96. Within your physical atoms the origins of all consciousness still sings.
Jane Roberts
#97. The Motion Picture Association of America wipes the sweat off its brow and sings the PG-13 song.
Bradley Sands
#98. My definition of country music is really pretty simple. It's when someone sings about their life and what they know, from an authentic place.
Taylor Swift
#99. My 9-year-old daughter can recite every line from 'Easy Rider,' and that is not an easy song to do. She raps all of Nicki Minaj and everything; she's dope. She has my musical ear for sure. She sings, and she's beautiful. It's very powerful.
Action Bronson
#100. It's a lonely time, she sings, and you're not
mine and it makes me feel so bad,
this thing of being me ...
Charles Bukowski
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