This is a day of celebration!Today, we are divorcing the pastand marrying the present.Dance,and you will find Godin every room.Today, we are divorcing resentmentand marrying forgiveness.Sing,and God w...
Music shouldn't be just a tune, it should be a touch.
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Sing
() a. & n. from Sing, v.
I have drunk the night and swallowed the stars. I am dancing with abandon and singing with rapture. There is not a thing I do not love. There is not a person I have not forgiven. I feel a universe of...
There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.
Gospel music is nothing but singing of good tidings -- spreading the good news. It will last as long as any music because it is sung straight from the human heart.
Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade.
Yesterday it was sun outside. The sky was blue and people were lying under blooming cherry trees in the park. It was Friday, so records were released, that people have been working on for years. Frien...
On the great canvas of timeWe all create our own masterpiece.Choreographing our steps across minutes and hoursDancing over the daysPainting pictures over months andWriting our stories on the years.Sin...
Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.
Blessed is the nightbird that sings for joy and not to be heard.
A sad, plangent music. In the British camp, Sharpe thought, they would be singing, but no one was singing here.
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...
The incarnation took all that properly belongs to our humanity and delivered it back to us, redeemed. All of our inclinations and appetites and capacities and yearnings are purified and gathered up an...
Sometimes, when we are sad, we have to do the opposite of sad. Sometimes we have to sing.
I've been a Nick Cave fan since the early '80s when he was part of The Birthday Party thing singing Australian self-destructive rock band and I've always followed his work and loved it.
I knew such a woman once,She gave me everything.Her love like a soft riot singing,She knew how to shine.
Sendak is in search of what he calls a "yummy death". William Blake set the standard, jumping up from his death bed at the last minute to start singing. "A happy death," says Sendak. "It can be done."...
She sang, as requested. There was much about love in the ballad: faithful love that refused to abandon its object; love that disaster could not shake; love that, in calamity, waxed fonder, in poverty...
If you wish to make good art, then you must believe you already do. Otherwise, you will never be good enough.
After a while Luce curled up with her head leaning on a rock, wondering why she wasn't consumed with despair. Instead she felt an inexplicable sense of peace. She was cradled in music. The rocks aroun...