I believe that many who find that "nothing happens" when they sit down, or kneel down, to a book of devotion, would find that the heart sings unbidden while they are working their way through a tough bit of theology with a pipe in their teeth and a pencil in their hand.
When the human being sings he lends expression to the great wise ways in which the world was made.
In summer, the song sings itself.
I always sings too long and too loud.
I didn't want people to say his brother Bing sings better than he does.
One sparrow is worth a thousand gulls, When it sings. The gull sits on chimney-tops. He mocks the guinea, challenges The crow, inciting various modes. The sparrow requites one, without intent.
Grace Kelly writes great songs, sings beautifully, is a world class saxophonist, and is going to be a big big star
Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends.
I'm not really interested in a ton of female musicians but there is something about Britney that compelled me - the way she sings and just the way she looks.
I've been told that nobody sings the word 'hunger' like I do.
I could not be so sure of Spring Save that it sings in me.
If you like an instrument that sings, play the saxophone. At its best it's like the human voice.
It is well within the order of things That man should listen when his mate sings; But the true male never yet walked Who liked to listen when his mate talked.
This wind is mystical yet tame, and it sings to me.
See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner," "A coal miner? Why did she want a coal miner if she could've had you?" "Because when he sings. . . even the birds stop to listen.
You don't love a girl because of beauty. You love her because she sings a song only you can understand.
Beyonce gave us direction, and she had like four or five studios going at one time, but then she only sings what she likes. "Back Up" was one of those records.
All things are aggregations of atoms that dance & by their movement produce sound. When the rhythm of the dance changes, the sound it produces also changes. . . Each atom perpetually sings its song, and the sound at every moment creates dense subtle forms.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit. ” “Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving
If I sang the way I talk it would sound like "Tommy Steele sings Muddy Waters!"