Song Quotes
Life is a song - sing it. Life is a game - play it. Life is a challenge - meet it. Life is a dream - realize it. Life is a sacrifice - offer it. Life is love - enjoy it.
For all the way he loved her. Every song had her memory, every rain had her smell, and every girl had her face.
Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.
Jesus loves the little children, All the children of the world. Red and yellow, black and white. They are precious in His sight. Jesus loves the little children of the world.
Sometimes the rainfallsjust for you and meto be the violinplaying in the backgroundof our loneliness's song.
When something seems unbalanced and out of rhythm, just a song can tune things up in a moment. The power of music is therapy.
We shouldn’t pass judgment until we see how things play out. Actions never tell the whole story. Good can be done for the wrong reason. And bad can be misunderstood.
Inside my head / or in a distant / Galaxy / Soft I hear it / Calling me." from the song "In the Blackness" in the poetry collection "Terra Affirmative".
When someone asks me what a song is about, it’s like, I feel like I might ruin it if you ask me that. I feel like I did my best to explain the song in the song on its own terms as a song.
Over the boundary of time, Hope transcends, Desire sings, One verse, One song, And that is the song of happiness.
A song and a smile from someone I cared about could be enough to distract me from all that darkness, if only for a little while.
Next time when I dive into the territory that I had lived next to, where my sister grew up, I know what to expect. I would be ready. I would be prepared.
Insanity is the only real escape from the banality of our lives. - Clara Bayliss
This is my one last call and lullaby for this eternity. All of my medicine.
In the end, people should be judged by their actions, since in the end, it was actions that defined everyone.
I will never hurt you.I will always help you.If you are hungryIll give you my food.If you are frightenedI am your friend.I love you now.And love does not end.
You weresunrise to merise and warm and streaming.' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew
You werewater to medeep and bold and fathoming' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew
You weremoon's eye to mepull and grained and mantling' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew
The sweetest melody that playson starry nights and wintry days, most soothing to my listening earsand calming to beleaguering fears, I call a symphony on air―the song of sweet, still silence rare.
The pattern's laid out on the bedWith dozens of colors of threadBut you've got the needleI guess that's the point in the end
A tapping foot isn’t the best a listener can get from a song: A good song makes a listener dance. A great song makes him think.
Throughout it all, you are still, always, you: beautiful and bruised, known and unknowable.
Everything she sang was true. I will leave it to you as to whether the truth can exist with details omitted, or if those lacks make a lie of it.
Pavlov’s dogs will drool at the site of any food, So go ahead and ring the bell, Sing a classical song about it and Then advertises what sells
In the absence of organized religion, faith abounds, in the form of song and art and food and strong arms.
It's God's world. He washes you clean. He makes you whole. He puts rain in your garden and sunshine in your heart. "Clarence
...the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.""...a ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.
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.
A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands
...These guys totally agree that you're smokin' hot but think you're too young-""That means 'flat-chested'. Excuse me. I have to go somewhere and die of embarrassment