Drama if I sing, drama if I don't sing. What do you do?
— Montserrat Caballe
For some reason I've been labeled that and it's fine, but there are a lot of other artists that sing real traditional stuff, so I don't know why they picked me. That's what I've always done.
— Alan Jackson
A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.
— sing quotation by Maya Angelou
If you can walk you can dance. If you can talk you can sing.
Don't bemoan your day or how little you have. Blessings abound and amplify with gratitude.
That was the big thing when I was growing up, singing on the radio. The extent of my dream was to sing on the radio station in Memphis. Even when I got out of the Air Force in 1954, I came right back to Memphis and started knocking on doors at the radio station.
Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.
Each bird loves to hear himself sing.
Just to be is a blessing. Just to live is holy.
You sing the song in your heart and the people it resonates with are going to dance to it.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself.
When I wished to sing of love it turned to sorrow.
And when I wished to sing of sorrow it was transformed for me into love.
Pain is the passing lane where you leave the competition behind you.
Be aware of wonder. Live a balanced life - learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.
I'd rather be dead than singing Satisfaction when I'm forty-five.
Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
There are few cases in which mere popularity should be considered a proper test of merit; but the case of song-writing is, I think, one of the few.
When Satan makes impure verses, Allah sends a divine tune to cleanse them.
My dad says I could sing before I could talk, if that's possible.
I was always humming and things like that.
Those who wish to sing... always find a song.
As an artist I come to sing, but as a citizen, I will always speak for peace, and no one can silence me in this.
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
If you want to really hurt you parents, and you don't have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possible can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.
There is nothing more awful, insulting, and depressing than banality