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Link	Quote	Tags	Author
dabd8ec	You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching	dance heaven hurt inspirational life love sing	William W. Purkey
43ed832	Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated.	celebrate sing women	Terry Tempest Williams
11d734d	Anyone who is having troubles should pray. Anyone who is happy should sing praises. Anyone who is sick should call the church's elders. They should pray for and pour oil on the person in the name of the Lord. And the prayer that is said with faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will heal that person. And if the person has sinned, the sins will be forgiven. Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so God can heal you. When a believing person prays, great things happen. (James 5:13-16)	faith happy heal healing inspiration miracles pray prayer sin sing spirituality troubles	Anonymous
ba2e046	I stand here waiting. To disappear or sing.	sing waiting	Francesca Lia Block
309d56c	"Forget your voice, sing! Forget your feet, dance!	awareness awareness-quotes be become beloved conscious consciousness consciousness-quotes dance enjoy feet forget hafez hafiz harmony inspirational kamand kamand-kojouri khayyam kojouri let-go letting-go-quotes life live living-in-the-now love lover moment music present rumi saadi sing song spiritual spirituality sufi surrender voice yourself	Kamand Kojouri
91e1415	"Sing to me," she said. "That would be valiant, to raise your voice in this dark, lonely place, and it will be useful as well. Sing to me, sing loudly-drown out my dreams, keep me from remembering whatever wants me to remember it. Sing to me, my lord prince, if it please you. It may not seem a hero's task, but I would be glad of it."	hero sing	Peter S. Beagle
0be09be	Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to preserve one's homeland	homeland poets sing war	Jacqueline Carey
9901f7d	Sing, then. Sing, indeed, with shoulders back, and head up so that song might go to the roof and beyond to the sky. Mass on mass of tone, with a hard edge, and rich with quality, every single note a carpet of colour woven from basso profundo, and basso, and baritone, and alto, and tenor, and soprano, and also mezzo, and contralto, singing and singing, until life and all things living are become a song. O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.	choirs living sing singing song	Richard Llewellyn
5ab42bf	"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. Friends around me find success and level up, do fancy photo shoots and get featured on big, white, movie screens. There were parties and lovers, hand in hand, laughing perfectly loud, but I walked numbly through the park, round and round, 40 times for 4 hours just wanting to make it through the day. There's a weight that inhabits my chest some times. Like a lock in my throat, making it hard to breathe. A little less air got through and the sky was so blue I couldn't look at it because it made me sad, swelling tears in my eyes and they dripped quietly on the floor as I got on with my day. I tried to keep my focus, ticked off the to-do list, did my chores. Packed orders, wrote emails, paid bills and rewrote stories, but the panic kept growing, exploding in my chest. Tears falling on the desk tick tick tick me not making a sound and some days I just don't know what to do. Where to go or who to see and I try to be gentle, soft and kind, but anxiety eats you up and I just want to be fine. This is not beautiful. This is not useful. You can not do anything with it and it tries to control you, throw you off your balance and lovely ways but you can not let it. I cleaned up. Took myself for a walk. Tried to keep my eyes on the sky. Stayed away from the alcohol, stayed away from the destructive tools we learn to use. the smoking and the starving, the running, the madness, thinking it will help but it only feeds the fire and I don't want to hurt myself anymore. I made it through and today I woke up, lighter and proud because I'm still here. There are flowers growing outside my window. The coffee is warm, the air is pure. In a few hours I'll be on a train on my way to sing for people who invited me to come, to sing, for them. My own songs, that I created. Me--little me. From nowhere at all. And I have people around that I like and can laugh with, and it's spring again.	alcohol anxiety art balance be-okay chest coffee crying drinking ed fine flowers focus grateful gratitude happiness hope hopeful hopeless hurt inspiration joy lovely lovers madness mental-health music new-day okay panic panic-attack panic-attacks park recovery sad sadness self-destruction self-harm sing singing sky smoking songs sound spring starving tears walking well-being wellness	Charlotte Eriksson
84abdf0	I will not stop singing the Muses who set me dancing.	creativity dancing euripides happiness inspiration inspirational-quotes joy life love muses poet poetry sing tragedy work writer	Anne Carson
d6460dd	I don't sing like this often. It makes my throat hurt.	hurt sing sorrow	Margaret Atwood
f6baa18	See how the fearful chandelier Trembles above you Each time you open your mouth To sing. Sing. --DONALD JUSTICE	rejoice sing	Anne Lamott
a976652	O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.	choirs sing singing voice-of-man	Richard Llewellyn
c289bf0	He knew how to construct a song out of the nothing of day-to-day life and how to sing that nothing into a song so beautiful that it could sustain the vision of a whole and better world.	sing song	Kate DiCamillo

You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching

dance heaven hurt inspirational life love sing

William W. Purkey

43ed832

Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated.

celebrate sing women

Terry Tempest Williams

11d734d

Anyone who is having troubles should pray. Anyone who is happy should sing praises. Anyone who is sick should call the church's elders. They should pray for and pour oil on the person in the name of the Lord. And the prayer that is said with faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will heal that person. And if the person has sinned, the sins will be forgiven. Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so God can heal you. When a believing person prays, great things happen. (James 5:13-16)

faith happy heal healing inspiration miracles pray prayer sin sing spirituality troubles

Anonymous

ba2e046

I stand here waiting. To disappear or sing.

sing waiting

Francesca Lia Block

309d56c

"Forget your voice, sing! Forget your feet, dance!

awareness awareness-quotes be become beloved conscious consciousness consciousness-quotes dance enjoy feet forget hafez hafiz harmony inspirational kamand kamand-kojouri khayyam kojouri let-go letting-go-quotes life live living-in-the-now love lover moment music present rumi saadi sing song spiritual spirituality sufi surrender voice yourself

Kamand Kojouri

91e1415

"Sing to me," she said. "That would be valiant, to raise your voice in this dark, lonely place, and it will be useful as well. Sing to me, sing loudly-drown out my dreams, keep me from remembering whatever wants me to remember it. Sing to me, my lord prince, if it please you. It may not seem a hero's task, but I would be glad of it."

hero sing

Peter S. Beagle

0be09be

Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to preserve one's homeland

homeland poets sing war

Jacqueline Carey

9901f7d

Sing, then. Sing, indeed, with shoulders back, and head up so that song might go to the roof and beyond to the sky. Mass on mass of tone, with a hard edge, and rich with quality, every single note a carpet of colour woven from basso profundo, and basso, and baritone, and alto, and tenor, and soprano, and also mezzo, and contralto, singing and singing, until life and all things living are become a song. O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.

choirs living sing singing song

Richard Llewellyn

5ab42bf

"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. Friends around me find success and level up, do fancy photo shoots and get featured on big, white, movie screens. There were parties and lovers, hand in hand, laughing perfectly loud, but I walked numbly through the park, round and round, 40 times for 4 hours just wanting to make it through the day. There's a weight that inhabits my chest some times. Like a lock in my throat, making it hard to breathe. A little less air got through and the sky was so blue I couldn't look at it because it made me sad, swelling tears in my eyes and they dripped quietly on the floor as I got on with my day. I tried to keep my focus, ticked off the to-do list, did my chores. Packed orders, wrote emails, paid bills and rewrote stories, but the panic kept growing, exploding in my chest. Tears falling on the desk tick tick tick me not making a sound and some days I just don't know what to do. Where to go or who to see and I try to be gentle, soft and kind, but anxiety eats you up and I just want to be fine. This is not beautiful. This is not useful. You can not do anything with it and it tries to control you, throw you off your balance and lovely ways but you can not let it. I cleaned up. Took myself for a walk. Tried to keep my eyes on the sky. Stayed away from the alcohol, stayed away from the destructive tools we learn to use. the smoking and the starving, the running, the madness, thinking it will help but it only feeds the fire and I don't want to hurt myself anymore. I made it through and today I woke up, lighter and proud because I'm still here. There are flowers growing outside my window. The coffee is warm, the air is pure. In a few hours I'll be on a train on my way to sing for people who invited me to come, to sing, for them. My own songs, that I created. Me--little me. From nowhere at all. And I have people around that I like and can laugh with, and it's spring again.

alcohol anxiety art balance be-okay chest coffee crying drinking ed fine flowers focus grateful gratitude happiness hope hopeful hopeless hurt inspiration joy lovely lovers madness mental-health music new-day okay panic panic-attack panic-attacks park recovery sad sadness self-destruction self-harm sing singing sky smoking songs sound spring starving tears walking well-being wellness

Charlotte Eriksson

84abdf0

I will not stop singing the Muses who set me dancing.

creativity dancing euripides happiness inspiration inspirational-quotes joy life love muses poet poetry sing tragedy work writer

Anne Carson

d6460dd

I don't sing like this often. It makes my throat hurt.

hurt sing sorrow

Margaret Atwood

f6baa18

See how the fearful chandelier Trembles above you Each time you open your mouth To sing. Sing. --DONALD JUSTICE

rejoice sing

Anne Lamott

a976652

O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.

choirs sing singing voice-of-man

Richard Llewellyn

c289bf0

He knew how to construct a song out of the nothing of day-to-day life and how to sing that nothing into a song so beautiful that it could sustain the vision of a whole and better world.

sing song

Kate DiCamillo