Song Quotes

You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear

Unknown

Prayer does not use up artificial energy, doesn't burn up any fossil fuel, doesn't pollute. Neither does song, neither does love, neither does the dance.

Margaret Mead

Best of all is it to preserve everything in a pure, still heart, and let there be for every pulse a thanksgiving, and for every breath a song.

Konrad von Gesner

I have found life an enjoyable, enchanting, active, and sometime terrifying experience, and I've enjoyed it completely. A lament in one ear, maybe, but always a song in the other.

Sean O'Casey

Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart... filled it, too, with a melody that would last forever.

Bess Streeter Aldrich

Dance is a song of the body. Either of joy or pain.

Martha Graham

You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.

Unknown

I don't like giving names to generations. It's like trying to read the song title on a record that's spinning.

Ian Williams

One ought every day at least to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song, and all about you will be beauty. There is a way out of every dark mist, over a rainbow trail.

Navajo Song

I've made a song for the poorly loved And songs for everything I grieved For unaccompanied slave and shark, For queens who've gone into the dark.

Guillaume Apollinaire

The condition of mankind is, and always has been, so miserable and depraved that, if anyone were to say to the poet: "For God's sake stop singing and do something useful like putting on the kettle or fetching bandages," what just reason could he give for refusing? But nobody says this. The self-appointed unqualified nurse says: "You are to sing the patient a song which will make him believe that I, and I alone, can cure him. If you can't or won't, I shall confiscate your passport and send you to the mines." And the poor patient in his delirium cries: "Please sing me a song which will give me sweet dreams instead of nightmares. If you succeed, I will give you a penthouse in New York or a ranch in Arizona."

Wystan Hugh Auden

I am yours. If you feed me garbage, I will sing a song of garbage. This is a hymn.

Margaret Eleanor Atwood

And when I first saw you I first loved you With a song that I sang to the fire in your eyes But somebody told you that it wouldn't be easy And you carried that lie for the devil to sing Some sail rivers deep and muddy some sail rivers clear and cold But the river that I'm sailin' goes to sea And sometimes I do grow weary sometimes I feel old And sometimes I wonder if you think of me.

Hoyt Wayne Axton

This is a song inspired by the work of Phil Collins; the nasty, whining little git.

Bill Bailey

And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar Spend it fast as I can for a wailin' song and a good guitar The only things that I understand, oh yeah.

Hoyt Wayne Axton

Almighty Freedom! give my venturous song The force, the charm that to thy voice belong; Tis thine to shape my course, to light my way, To nerve my country with the patriot lay, To teach all men where all their interest lies, How rulers may be just and nations wise: Strong in thy strength I bend no suppliant knee, Invoke no miracle, no Muse but thee.

Joel Barlow

Such a price The Gods exact for song; To become what we sing.

Matthew Arnold

In this century theres been much stress placed not upon what we know but on knowing that our methods are themselves questionableour Song of Songs is the Uncertainty Principle.

Donald Barthelme

At the close of the day when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, And naught but the nightingales song in the grove.

James Beattie

When squint-eyed Slander plies the unhallow'd tongue, From poison'd maw when Treason weaves his line, And Muse apostate (infamy to song!) Grovels, low muttering, at Sedition's shrine.

James Beattie

On the dedication page of the rebellion, we see the words To Clementine. A fine sentiment, miscellaneous organ music next, and, turning several pages, massed orange flags at the head of the column. This will not be easy, but neither will it be hard. Good will is everywhere, and the lighthearted song of the gondoliers is heard in the distance.

Donald Barthelme

Poetry will never win the war on terror But neither will error abetted by error We girly men are not afraid Of uncertainty or reason or interdependence We think before we fight, then think some more Proclaim our faith in listening, in art, in compromise So be a girly man & sing this gurly song Sissies & proud That we would never lie our way to war

Charles Bernstein

On the highest steeps of Space he will have his dwelling-place, In those far, terrific regions where the cold comes down like Death Gleams the red glint of his pinions, smokes the vapor of his breath. Floating downward, very clear, still the echoes reach the ear Of a little tune he whistles and a little song he sings, Mounting, mounting still, triumphant, on his torn and broken wings!

Stephen Vincent Bent

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