Song Quotes

Now everyone dreams of a love faithful and true, But you and I know what this world can do.So let's make our steps clear so the other may see.And I'll wait for you...should I fall behind wait for me.

I knew, really knew, I would never die with my song unsung.

He liked her

There is nothing better - nothing - than knowing that the risen Christ lives right now in heaven, singing over his people - singing over me - with love.

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back."-Plato

Every single day I'll keep you with me, no matter how far from me you are.

If a song's meant to stay around, you carry it with you in your bones.

Please take a long, hard look at your textbook, cause I'm history

Everything changes, it all stays the same, Everyone guilty, no one to blame, Every way out, brings you back to the start, Everyone dies to break somebody's heart...

And I don't want the world to see me, Cause I don't think that they'd understand.When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.

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

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

Oh ... My twitchy witchy girl I think you are so nice, I give you bowls of porridge And I give you bowls of ice-cream.

I'd like to add her initial to my monogram...

I doubt it is your styleNot to get what you set out to acquireThe eyes are on fireYou are the unforecasted stormBrianstorm

If I had the knackI'd sing likeCherry flakes falling

Won't you be my girlfriend I'll treat you goodI know you hear your friends when they say you should 'Cause if you were my girlfriend I'd be your shining star The one to show you where you are

If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs, The bark on the tree was just a little bit softer.While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, He cries to the moo-oo-oon, If only, if only.

If I die tomorrow, I'll be alright because I believe that after we're gone, spirit carries on...

love is but an echo in her head

Everybody at the party is a many sided polygon....Nonagon!

wake up who cares about little boys that talk too much

We were orphans before we were ever the sons of these songs.

And so the Wolf of the West rose from the stone! And so he will rise again if ever the folk of the Six Duchies call to him in need.

people change and promises are broken

Things perish. Gods have passed.But song sublimely castShall citadels outlast.

A song, a beautiful song sings in my soul and heart.Religious Leader Petra Cecilia Maria HermansThe Religion Of The Blue Circle

His smile banished my loneliness and limbed the hollows of my anema with starlight, pure and bright...his touch hummed in my bones like an aria -- a song to my dance, a beginning of a promise.

Then one day I found my head when I wasn't even trying.

Where are you?” she whispered. “Have you abandoned us?”..."Listen, little Songkeeper, " the voice whispered, and I will sing you a Song.

He knew how to construct a song out of the nothing of day-to-day life and how to sing that nothing into a song so beautiful that it could sustain the vision of a whole and better world.

All my friends are bums. We all gather round our camp-fire (in a can) and sing songs of togetherness as we cuddle, to preserve our warmth...

Sing a Song before you can Sing some Song ~

Sing a Song before you can't Sing some Song ~

For I am you and you are I.

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

Hard WindSister with iron hoovesTogether we shall travel steppesthat no man nor mount has seenCourage will be my saddleAnd your bridle shall be my faith in you …

Birds are sensitive to mispronunciation, even more sensitive than the French.

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

Ahesta boro, Mah-e-man, ahesta boro.

Life is like music on a scale, shifting up and down. When your life is over, your song has been written.

Life is like music on a scale, moving up and down. When your life is over, you have written your song.

Pure and soft, the melody is entrancing. Haunting. I’m glued to my seat, waiting, hoping for the next enthralling sound. I’d close my eyes if I weren’t afraid I’d miss a second of his performance.

As long as I can be with you, even my digital heart will start to throb. Like a quantum wind, my heart will start to sway.

Beautiful songs and voice echo in my heart.

Float beyond the world of trees. Out into the whispering breeze, past the rushes, past the weeds, past the marsh's waving reeds.

And what if there are no damsels in distress?What if I knew that, and I called your bluff?Don't you think every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up?

My favourite songs from literally all my favourite albums are usually always track 10. Coincidence? Conspiracy? Illuminati? Time will tell.

You see there's no real ending, it's only the beginning, come out and play.

But his singing was unconscious and irrepressible - an expression of his native exuberance, the dreamy, buoyant soundtrack running through his head.