singing

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d92dd39	I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.	mermaid observation singing	T.S. Eliot
b1e7f80	"That's a nice song," said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time. "It's an old soldiers' song," he said. "Really, sarge? But it's about angels." , thought Vimes, "As I recall, they used to sing it after battles," he said. "I've seen old men cry when they sing it," he added. "Why? It sounds cheerful." , thought Vimes. "	death comrades soldiers singing	Terry Pratchett
670edd7	Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars, not if you care for such things.	fantasy singing	J.R.R. Tolkien
0b72d82	"He threw his head back and sang, "'I am a centaur, yes, a centaur is what I am.' It's not like you to wax, Artemis" "Foaly is singing," said Holly. "Surely that's illegal?"	illegal singing holly	Eoin Colfer
76d668b	Then the singing enveloped me. It was furry and resonant, coming from everyone's very heart. There was no sense of performance or judgment, only that the music was breath and food.	music inspirational singing church	Anne Lamott
489a9c1	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 clung closer. The words were set to a fine old air -- in themselves they were simple and sweet: perhaps, when read, they wanted force; when sung, they wanted nothing. Shirley sang them well: she breathed into the feeling, softness, she poured round the passion, force: her voice was fine that evening; its expression dramatic: she impressed all, and charmed one. On leaving the instrument, she went to the fire, and sat down on a seat -- semi-stool, semi-cushion: the ladies were round her -- none of them spoke. The Misses Sympson and the Misses Nunnely looked upon her, as quiet poultry might look on an egret, an ibis, or any other strange fowl. What made her sing so? never sang so. Was it proper to sing with such expression, with such originality -- so unlike a school girl? Decidedly not: it was strange, it was unusual. What was must be ; what was must be . Shirley was judged.	understanding prejudice jealousy passion women empathy morality music love musicality preconceptions feeling fidelity expression faithfulness propriety singing social-norms judgment society gift hypocrisy talent rejection gender expectations	Charlotte Brontë
011686b	Sometimes,' he whispered at last, 'sometimes, I dream I am singing, and I wake from it with my throat aching.' He couldn't see her face, or the tears that prickled at the corners of her eyes. 'What do you sing?' she whispered back. She heard the shush of the linen pillow as he shook his head. 'No song I've ever heard, or know,' he said softly. 'But I know I'm singing it for you.	singing	Diana Gabaldon
30a4c4c	It wasn't that Nanny Ogg sang badly. It was just that she could hit notes which, when amplified by a tin bath half full of water, ceased to be sound and became some sort of invasive presence.	singing	Terry Pratchett
ef0ea7b	Her singing always cheered him up. Life seemed so much brighter when she stopped.	singing	Terry Pratchett
959b164	Springsteen is the king, don't you think? I was like, hell yeah, that guy can sing.	singing	Lana Del Rey
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.	living song choirs singing sing	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.	lovely madness lovers new-day gratitude drinking joy inspiration sadness music songs happiness hope be-okay fine panic-attacks park starving panic-attack chest sound ed okay self-destruction wellness grateful hopeful anxiety alcohol coffee spring well-being art singing hurt balance sky flowers crying focus panic sing tears walking hopeless recovery sad self-harm smoking mental-health	Charlotte Eriksson
15f3740	It's about that applause I want to speak to you. I want you to remember that when you've done a little dance or a song or sketch, the applause which you get is not only because you yourself have done your best, but because each of those men is seeing in you someone he loves at home, and because of you is able to forget for a little while the unhappiness of not being in his home, and in some cases the great tragedy of not knowing what has happened to the children in his family.	war applause dancing singing theater stage	Noel Streatfeild
482fa67	hearing women singing about themselves - rather than men singing about women - makes everything seem wonderfully clear, and possible	women music singing	Caitlin Moran
6167e05	Music shouldn't be just a tune, it should be a touch.	story writing music song motivational philosophy wisdom inspirational advertisement album alliterations amit-kalantri amit-kalantri-quotes amit-kalantri-writer background-music background-score band catch-lines catchphrases concert drums michael-jackson movie-dialogue music-director music-industry music-quotes musicians playing pop script-writing scriptwriting speechwriting tag-lines vocal singer book-writing essay script instruments sound proverbs rock creative-writing rhetoric guitar singing novel-writing movie public-speaking quotes tune movies melody characters knowledge speech artist soul touch	Amit Kalantri
4d7f0fd	Charles Wallace and the unicorn moved through the time-spinning reaches of a far glazy, and he realized that the galaxy itself was part of a mighty orchestra, and each star and planet within the galaxy added its own instrument to the music of the spheres. As long as the ancient harmonies were sung, the universe would not entirely lose its joy.	universe stars joy music musical-instrument orchestra planet singing harmony	Madeleine L'Engle
83daa99	The music had ceased. Alex walked over to the gramophone, wound it up again, and put on more blues, a woman singing this time, gay and sad at once, like a stranded angel who had traded holiness for humanity but remembered what it used to be like to know God.	music singer fallen-angel singing	Barbara Hambly
5c66c71	singing has to come from the inside, and i don't have anything left inside.' 'really?' Ruth said, amazed, 'How did that happen?' 'it all just drained out.	emptiness singing	Francine Rivers
12baac0	Then all the winds of Heaven ran to join hands and bend a shoulder, to bring down to me the sound of a noble hymn that was heavy with the perfume of Time That Has Gone. The glittering multitudes were singing most mightily, and my heart was in blood to hear a Voice that I knew. The Men of the Valley were marching again. My Fathers were singing up there. Loud, triumphant, the anthem rose, and I knew, in some deep place within, that in the royal music was a prayer to lift up my spirit, to be of good cheer, to keep the faith, that Death was only an end to the things that are made of clay, and to fight, without heed of wounds, all that brings death to the Spirit, with Glory to the Eternal Father, forever, Amen.	fathers spirit music song glory eternal-father voices singing	Richard Llewellyn
9c96dfd	But singing isn't just about belting it out, is it? It's not just who has the most wobble or the highest note, no, it's about phrasing, and being delicate, and getting just the right feeling from a song, the soul of it, so that something real happens inside you when a man opens his mouth to sing, and don't you want to feel something real rather than just having your poor earholes bashed in?	singing soul	Zadie Smith
28e0293	If you really want to be totally accurate about it, the day that really changed Abby's life wasn't the day she discovered her power. It was the day Ben sang to her in the Telekinesis lab.	abby-carnelia ben singing	David Pogue
8a29206	Songs just spring into my head. Silly, isn't it. Sometimes old Goody Stickle says that it's Mossflower singing through me. Now and then she'll say it's a sight of season the hasn't yet shone upon. -Gonff	songs singing	Brian Jacques
bc13ebd	Her silent singing wrapped around the story she was telling herself, which she extended further every night on the deck. (Averill often told herself stories-- the activity seemed to her as unavoidable as dreaming.) Her singing was a barrier set between the world in her head and the world outside, between her body and the onslaught of the stars.	story fantasy music inner-world singing story-telling	Alice Munro
e0a0afe	Never had he thought, never once, that such a woman existed, one who stood so close to God that God's own voice poured from her. How far she must have gone inside herself to call up that voice. It was as if the voice came from the center part of the earth and by the sheer effort and diligence of her will she had pulled it up through the dirt and rock and through the floorboards of the house, up into her feet, where it pulled through her, reaching, lifting, warmed by her, and then out of the white lily of her throat and straight to God in heaven. It was a miracle and he wept for the gift of bearing witness.	singing voice	Ann Patchett
5ba8b7f	It was nothing like Roxanne singing, where it seemed that everyone's heart would have to wait until she finished before it could beat again.	singing	Ann Patchett
fccec33	"Chris was in the rocker, fully clothed, and was strumming idly on Cory's guitar. "Dance, ballerina, dance," he softly chanted, and his singing voice wasn't bad at all. Maybe we could work as musicians---a trio -if Carrie ever recovered enough to want a voice again."	dance musician work ballerinas chanted guitarist guitars maybes recovered rocker singing-voice strumming trio musicians dancing singing voice	V.C. Andrews
a976652	O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.	choirs voice-of-man singing sing	Richard Llewellyn
81c8a98	Glorious is the Voice of Man, and sweet is the music of the harp.	man music singing	Richard Llewellyn
59097f6	A sad, plangent music. In the British camp, Sharpe thought, they would be singing, but no one was singing here.	music camp here plangent sharpe singing sad	Bernard Cornwell
9d3c376	"I look through the old record collection my dad gave me. Stress relief. I shuffle through the albums feverishly and find what I'm looking for-the Proclaimers. I chuck it on and watch it spin. The ridiculous first notes of "Five Hundred Miles" come on, and I feel like going berserk. Even the Proclaimers are giving me the shits tonight. Their singing's an abomination."	music humor location-1259 the-proclaimers record stress-relief singing stress	Markus Zusak
fcd20e7	The singer's voice is thin and fake, but it's pretty, and somewhere in the fakery is the true sadness of smallness and failure and believing in beautiful things that aren't real because that's the only way to get through.	sadness singer-s-voice singer singing	Mary Gaitskill
6d30868	"The only fault he found with her was that she did not sing at her work. "Folks should always sing at their work," he insisted. "Sounds cheerful-like." "Not always," retorted Valancy. "Fancy a butcher singing at his work. Or an undertaker."	funny contradiction singing	L.M. Montgomery

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

T.S. Eliot

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"That's a nice song," said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time. "It's an old soldiers' song," he said. "Really, sarge? But it's about angels." , thought Vimes, "As I recall, they used to sing it after battles," he said. "I've seen old men cry when they sing it," he added. "Why? It sounds cheerful." , thought Vimes. "

death comrades soldiers singing

Terry Pratchett

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Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars, not if you care for such things.

fantasy singing

J.R.R. Tolkien

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"He threw his head back and sang, "'I am a centaur, yes, a centaur is what I am.' It's not like you to wax, Artemis" "Foaly is singing," said Holly. "Surely that's illegal?"

illegal singing holly

Eoin Colfer

76d668b

Then the singing enveloped me. It was furry and resonant, coming from everyone's very heart. There was no sense of performance or judgment, only that the music was breath and food.

music inspirational singing church

Anne Lamott

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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 clung closer. The words were set to a fine old air -- in themselves they were simple and sweet: perhaps, when read, they wanted force; when sung, they wanted nothing. Shirley sang them well: she breathed into the feeling, softness, she poured round the passion, force: her voice was fine that evening; its expression dramatic: she impressed all, and charmed one. On leaving the instrument, she went to the fire, and sat down on a seat -- semi-stool, semi-cushion: the ladies were round her -- none of them spoke. The Misses Sympson and the Misses Nunnely looked upon her, as quiet poultry might look on an egret, an ibis, or any other strange fowl. What made her sing so? never sang so. Was it proper to sing with such expression, with such originality -- so unlike a school girl? Decidedly not: it was strange, it was unusual. What was must be ; what was must be . Shirley was judged.

understanding prejudice jealousy passion women empathy morality music love musicality preconceptions feeling fidelity expression faithfulness propriety singing social-norms judgment society gift hypocrisy talent rejection gender expectations

Charlotte Brontë

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Sometimes,' he whispered at last, 'sometimes, I dream I am singing, and I wake from it with my throat aching.' He couldn't see her face, or the tears that prickled at the corners of her eyes. 'What do you sing?' she whispered back. She heard the shush of the linen pillow as he shook his head. 'No song I've ever heard, or know,' he said softly. 'But I know I'm singing it for you.

singing

Diana Gabaldon

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It wasn't that Nanny Ogg sang badly. It was just that she could hit notes which, when amplified by a tin bath half full of water, ceased to be sound and became some sort of invasive presence.

singing

Terry Pratchett

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Her singing always cheered him up. Life seemed so much brighter when she stopped.

singing

Terry Pratchett

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Springsteen is the king, don't you think? I was like, hell yeah, that guy can sing.

singing

Lana Del Rey

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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.

living song choirs singing sing

Richard Llewellyn

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"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.

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

Charlotte Eriksson

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It's about that applause I want to speak to you. I want you to remember that when you've done a little dance or a song or sketch, the applause which you get is not only because you yourself have done your best, but because each of those men is seeing in you someone he loves at home, and because of you is able to forget for a little while the unhappiness of not being in his home, and in some cases the great tragedy of not knowing what has happened to the children in his family.

war applause dancing singing theater stage

Noel Streatfeild

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hearing women singing about themselves - rather than men singing about women - makes everything seem wonderfully clear, and possible

women music singing

Caitlin Moran

6167e05

Music shouldn't be just a tune, it should be a touch.

story writing music song motivational philosophy wisdom inspirational advertisement album alliterations amit-kalantri amit-kalantri-quotes amit-kalantri-writer background-music background-score band catch-lines catchphrases concert drums michael-jackson movie-dialogue music-director music-industry music-quotes musicians playing pop script-writing scriptwriting speechwriting tag-lines vocal singer book-writing essay script instruments sound proverbs rock creative-writing rhetoric guitar singing novel-writing movie public-speaking quotes tune movies melody characters knowledge speech artist soul touch

Amit Kalantri

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Charles Wallace and the unicorn moved through the time-spinning reaches of a far glazy, and he realized that the galaxy itself was part of a mighty orchestra, and each star and planet within the galaxy added its own instrument to the music of the spheres. As long as the ancient harmonies were sung, the universe would not entirely lose its joy.

universe stars joy music musical-instrument orchestra planet singing harmony

Madeleine L'Engle

83daa99

The music had ceased. Alex walked over to the gramophone, wound it up again, and put on more blues, a woman singing this time, gay and sad at once, like a stranded angel who had traded holiness for humanity but remembered what it used to be like to know God.

music singer fallen-angel singing

Barbara Hambly

5c66c71

singing has to come from the inside, and i don't have anything left inside.' 'really?' Ruth said, amazed, 'How did that happen?' 'it all just drained out.

emptiness singing

Francine Rivers

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Then all the winds of Heaven ran to join hands and bend a shoulder, to bring down to me the sound of a noble hymn that was heavy with the perfume of Time That Has Gone. The glittering multitudes were singing most mightily, and my heart was in blood to hear a Voice that I knew. The Men of the Valley were marching again. My Fathers were singing up there. Loud, triumphant, the anthem rose, and I knew, in some deep place within, that in the royal music was a prayer to lift up my spirit, to be of good cheer, to keep the faith, that Death was only an end to the things that are made of clay, and to fight, without heed of wounds, all that brings death to the Spirit, with Glory to the Eternal Father, forever, Amen.

fathers spirit music song glory eternal-father voices singing

Richard Llewellyn

9c96dfd

But singing isn't just about belting it out, is it? It's not just who has the most wobble or the highest note, no, it's about phrasing, and being delicate, and getting just the right feeling from a song, the soul of it, so that something real happens inside you when a man opens his mouth to sing, and don't you want to feel something real rather than just having your poor earholes bashed in?

singing soul

Zadie Smith

28e0293

If you really want to be totally accurate about it, the day that really changed Abby's life wasn't the day she discovered her power. It was the day Ben sang to her in the Telekinesis lab.

abby-carnelia ben singing

David Pogue

8a29206

Songs just spring into my head. Silly, isn't it. Sometimes old Goody Stickle says that it's Mossflower singing through me. Now and then she'll say it's a sight of season the hasn't yet shone upon. -Gonff

songs singing

Brian Jacques

bc13ebd

Her silent singing wrapped around the story she was telling herself, which she extended further every night on the deck. (Averill often told herself stories-- the activity seemed to her as unavoidable as dreaming.) Her singing was a barrier set between the world in her head and the world outside, between her body and the onslaught of the stars.

story fantasy music inner-world singing story-telling

Alice Munro

e0a0afe

Never had he thought, never once, that such a woman existed, one who stood so close to God that God's own voice poured from her. How far she must have gone inside herself to call up that voice. It was as if the voice came from the center part of the earth and by the sheer effort and diligence of her will she had pulled it up through the dirt and rock and through the floorboards of the house, up into her feet, where it pulled through her, reaching, lifting, warmed by her, and then out of the white lily of her throat and straight to God in heaven. It was a miracle and he wept for the gift of bearing witness.

singing voice

Ann Patchett

5ba8b7f

It was nothing like Roxanne singing, where it seemed that everyone's heart would have to wait until she finished before it could beat again.

singing

Ann Patchett

fccec33

"Chris was in the rocker, fully clothed, and was strumming idly on Cory's guitar. "Dance, ballerina, dance," he softly chanted, and his singing voice wasn't bad at all. Maybe we could work as musicians---a trio -if Carrie ever recovered enough to want a voice again."

dance musician work ballerinas chanted guitarist guitars maybes recovered rocker singing-voice strumming trio musicians dancing singing voice

V.C. Andrews

a976652

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

choirs voice-of-man singing sing

Richard Llewellyn

81c8a98

Glorious is the Voice of Man, and sweet is the music of the harp.

man music singing

Richard Llewellyn

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A sad, plangent music. In the British camp, Sharpe thought, they would be singing, but no one was singing here.

music camp here plangent sharpe singing sad

Bernard Cornwell

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"I look through the old record collection my dad gave me. Stress relief. I shuffle through the albums feverishly and find what I'm looking for-the Proclaimers. I chuck it on and watch it spin. The ridiculous first notes of "Five Hundred Miles" come on, and I feel like going berserk. Even the Proclaimers are giving me the shits tonight. Their singing's an abomination."

music humor location-1259 the-proclaimers record stress-relief singing stress

Markus Zusak

fcd20e7

The singer's voice is thin and fake, but it's pretty, and somewhere in the fakery is the true sadness of smallness and failure and believing in beautiful things that aren't real because that's the only way to get through.

sadness singer-s-voice singer singing

Mary Gaitskill

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"The only fault he found with her was that she did not sing at her work. "Folks should always sing at their work," he insisted. "Sounds cheerful-like." "Not always," retorted Valancy. "Fancy a butcher singing at his work. Or an undertaker."

funny contradiction singing

L.M. Montgomery