463 Quotes About Singing

They have me singing in a reformatory. My singing would be enough to get me in, but I'd never be able to sing my way out.

was solo singing on my own , now i can't find the key without you

I do not come from a family of singers. When we get together and warble "Happy Birthday" to one another over cake and candle, it doesn't sound as much like a song as it does a pack of jackals yapping over a fresh carcass. And in my case, it's nothing that you want to inflict on the innocent, or at least on people who haven't reported us to the city yet. Who is flat, off-key or tone deaf in the Notaro clan is all up in the air--it doesn't matter, and we can't tell, anyway.

It is impossible to achieve an artistic performance merely by generating a sound and manipulating the keys of a mechanical device. All of us have listened to mechanically produced music which was correct in all its technical aspects but which became monotonous after a short time because of the lack of emotional or human content. Singing, whether it be poor or great, is at least one hundred percent human.

While my cousin had the voice of a nightingale, Thomas’s singing was atrocious. A cat in heat held a note in a more pleasant manner than he did. At least it proved he wasn’t limitlessly skilled, which pleased me to no end.

I wondered if maybe it was something else, like she was afraid that she could lose me to a song.

I don't sing because I'm happy; I'm happy because I sing.

That was beautiful," she breathed aloud. Of course she had sung duets with the greatest mer singers, male and female, ones who were hundreds of years older than she with voices trained for as long. Somehow what she had just done with Eric was far more powerful and beautiful. All with no audience except for the sea grass, the water, and the wind.

Là dove il popolo partiva per la guerra, restavano sentieri amari… E tutto quell’universo di terrestre bellezza e di angosce, Danijar l’apriva davanti a me nel suo canto. Dove aveva imparato, da chi aveva avuto tutto ciò? Capivo che così può amare la sua terra solo chi per lunghi anni ha languito per essa, chi ha patito di questo amore. Quando la cantava, vedevo proprio lui, un povero ragazzetto, vagabondare per le strade della steppa.