100 Quotes About Song

Songs and quotes, two of the most common forms of inspiration and entertainment. Here we have collected some of our favorite quotes about songs. These songs can be heard as beautiful, inspiring, and sometimes as motivational as the best written books. Take a moment to listen to these inspiring lyrics and see if you notice anything in common with these quotes.

I don't let nobody see me wishin' he was mine
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I don't let nobody see me wishin' he was mine Taylor Swift
Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.
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Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought. Percy Bysshe Shelley
I think there is a song out there to describe...
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I think there is a song out there to describe just about any situation. Criss Jami
If everyone started off the day singing, just think how...
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If everyone started off the day singing, just think how happy they'd be. Lauren Myracle
He not busy being born is busy dying.
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He not busy being born is busy dying. Bob Dylan
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But what if you're wrong? What if there's more? What if there's hope you never dreamed of hoping for? What if you jump? And just close your eyes? What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise? What if He's more than enough? What if it's love? Nichole Nordeman
With the love of music, there will be no misery...
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With the love of music, there will be no misery in life. Lailah Gifty Akita
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Cheer up and dry your damp eyes, And tell me when it rains, And I'll blend up that rainbow above you & shoot it through your veins...' Cause your heart has a lack of color, And we should've known That we'd grow up sooner or later, ' Cause we wasted all our free time alone. <3 Owl City
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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 hoursjust 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 throughand 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 desktick tick tickme not making a soundand 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 waysbut 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 fireand 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. It will always be spring again. And there will always be a new day. Charlotte Eriksson
My task is set before me, girl My mission clear...
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My task is set before me, girl My mission clear and true There’ll be black knights and dragons, girl But I will always come for you… Emme Rollins
All is as if the world did cease to exist....
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All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea. Nathan Reese Maher
It is better to sing songs of hope than to...
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It is better to sing songs of hope than to sing songs of misery. Debasish Mridha
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When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other. Rob Sheffield
A statue stands in a shaded place An angel girl...
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A statue stands in a shaded place An angel girl with an upturned face A name is written on a polished rock A broken heart that the world forgot Martina Mcbride
If I knew what to do I'd do more than...
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If I knew what to do I'd do more than write a song for you Criss Jami
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I never have time to write anymore. And when I do I only write about how I never have time. It's work and it's money and I've written more lists than songs lately. I stay up all night to do all these things I need to do, be all these things I want to be, playing with shadows in the darkness that shouldn't be able to exist. Empty bottles and cigarettes while watching the sunrise, why do I complain? I have it all, everything I ever asked for. Charlotte Eriksson
If I'm going to sing like someone else, then I...
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If I'm going to sing like someone else, then I don't need to sing at all. Billie Holiday
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He likes a day in the studio to end, he says, "when my knees are all skinned up and my pants are wet and my hair's off to one side and I feel like I've been in the foxhole all day. I don't think comfort is good for music. It's good to come out with skinned knuckles after wrestling with something you can't see. I like it when you come home at the end of the day from recording and someone says, "What happened to your hand?" And you don't even know. When you're in that place, you can dance on a broken ankle. Tom Waits
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This year has taught me the simple craft of belief. I believe in the things I’ve nurtured and built this year. Slowly but carefully. Such as understanding, knowledge, passion, strength; the hundreds of songs I’ve written, the 365 poems, the books I’ve read and the miles I’ve run. The resolution to breathe, to meditate, to not harm my mind or body even when I’ve felt like it.  Charlotte Eriksson
Luke is the sort of boy Taylor Swift could get...
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Luke is the sort of boy Taylor Swift could get at least three songs out of. Beth Garrod
How could you be sad, when you can sing?
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How could you be sad, when you can sing? Lailah Gifty Akita
It’s true–there are only, like, two songs about rainbows, including...
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It’s true–there are only, like, two songs about rainbows, including that one. He should be asking why there are so few songs about rainbows. Cheryl Cory
While you’re singing something romantic, I can’t get the lyrics...
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While you’re singing something romantic, I can’t get the lyrics to ‘Love and Marriage’ out of my head, and that tune always reminds me of the jingle from Jeopardy. E.a. Bucchianeri
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There are, of course, inherent tendencies to repetition in music itself. Our poetry, our ballads, our songs are full of repetition; nursery rhymes and the little chants and songs we use to teach young children have choruses and refrains. We are attracted to repetition, even as adults; we want the stimulus and the reward again and again, and in music we get it. Perhaps, therefore, we should not be surprised, should not complain if the balance sometimes shifts too far and our musical sensitivity becomes a vulnerability. . Oliver Sacks
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I could crawl inside the lyrics and know each note intimately. They would claw at my soul, until I could no longer fight the emotions that took me to a place I couldn't experience. But, it was the possibility that made every verse a heart filled prediction and every beat a direction to follow. Shannon L. Alder
You are a song I could listen to over and...
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You are a song I could listen to over and over again although I'm convinced it had played in my head a many times before Nicola An
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Like a comet pulled from orbit, As it passes a sun. Like a stream that meets a boulder, Halfway through the wood. Who can say if I've been changed for the better? But because I knew you, I have been changed for good It well may be, That we will never meet again, In this lifetime. So let me say before we part, So much of me, Is made of what I learned from you. You'll be with me, Like a handprint on my heart. And now whatever way our stories end, I know you have re-written mine, By being my friend.. Like a ship blown from its mooring, By a wind off the sea. Like a seed dropped by a skybird, In a distant wood. Who can say if I've been changed for the better? But because I knew you, Because I knew you, I have been changed for good. Stephen Schwartz
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That was the day the ancient songs of blood and war spilled from a hole in the sky And there was a long moment as we listened and fell silent in our griefand then one by one, we stood talland came togetherand began to sing of life and love and all that is good and true And I will never forget that day when the ancient songs died because there was no one in the world to sing them. Brian Andreas
Panic bells, it's red alert There's something here From somewhere...
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Panic bells, it's red alert There's something here From somewhere else The war machine springs to life Opens up one eager eye Focusing it on the sky Where 99 red balloons go by Nena
You write poems with your fingertips And I keep listening...
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You write poems with your fingertips And I keep listening to the songs written on my skin By some distant dream, similar words But the verses never meet... Sanhita Baruah
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The rest of the evening passed agreeably: the crew had their games on the main deck, resigning themselves to Sirs and dice now that dancing was out, those who would go ashore to enjoy the dining halls and tea houses went after their matches were lost, and those who remained either took themselves off to an early rest or remained with the musicians, to sing out the remainder of the evening by way of a few round songs, calling out verses in melodic dissonance, singing the history of Good Marrie the Whore and though there were “Ten hands in her purse, there was still room for one more! ”, . Michelle Franklin
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Halt glared at his friend as the whistling continued.' I had hoped that your new sense of responsibly would put an end to that painful shrieking noise you make between your lips' he said. Crowley smiled. It was a beautiful day and he was feeling at peace with the world. And that meant he was more than ready to tease Halt 'It's a jaunty song'' What's jaunty about it?' Halt asked, grim faced. Crowley made an uncertain gesture as he sought for an answer to that question.' I suppose it's the subject matter' he said eventually. 'It's a very cheerful song. Would you like me to sing it for you?'' N-' Halt began but he was too late, as Crowley began to sing. He had a pleasant tenor voice, in fact, and his rendering of the song was quite good. But to Halt it was as attractive as a rusty barn door squeaking.' A blacksmith from Palladio, he met a lovely lady-o'' Whoa! Whoa! ' Halt said 'He met a lovely lady-o?' Halt repeated sarcastically 'What in the name of all that's holy is a lady-o?'' It's a lady' Crowley told him patiently.' Then why not sing 'he met a lovely lady'?' Halt wanted to know. Crowley frowned as if the answer was blatantly obvious." Because he's from Palladio, as the song says. It's a city on the continent, in the southern part of Toscana.''And people there have lady-o's, instead of ladies?' Asked Halt'No. They have ladies, like everyone else. But 'lady' doesn't rhyme with Palladio, does it? I could hardly sing, 'A blacksmith from Palladio, he met his lovely lady', could I?''It would make more sense if you did' Halt insisted 'But it wouldn't rhyme' Crowley told him.' Would that be so bad?'' Yes! A song has to rhyme or it isn't a proper song. It has to be lady-o. It's called poetic license.'' It's poetic license to make up a word that doesn't exist and which, by the way, sound extremely silly?' Halt asked. Crowley shook his head 'No. It's poetic license to make sure that the two lines rhyme with each other' Halt thought for a few seconds, his eyes knitted close together. Then inspiration struck him.' Well then couldn't you sing 'A blacksmith from Palladio, he met a lovely lady, so..'?'' So what?' Crowley challenged Halt made and uncertain gesture with his hands as he sought more inspiration. Then he replied. 'He met a lovely lady, so..he asked her for her hand and gave her a leg of lamb.'' A leg of lamb? Why would she want a leg of lamb?' Crowley demanded Halt shrugged 'Maybe she was hungry . John Flanagan
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Two women at the same event wearing the same outfit is a disaster. But two women at the same event singing the same song is a party. And two women at the same event talking about Doris from Fame is a friendship for life. Fill yourself with words, choruses, and heroes, like you're supposed to fill your wardrobe with shoes, brooches, and belts. Caitlin Moran
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Beautiful songs could sometimes take a person out of themselves and carry them away to a place of magic. But when Jill sang, it was not about the song, really. She could sing the phone book. She could sing a shopping list. Whatever she sang, whatever the words or the tune, it was so beautiful, so achingly lovely, that no one could listen and be untouched. Michael Grant
Songs edify the soul.
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Songs edify the soul. Lailah Gifty Akita
Music is what our soul sounds like when it sings.
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Music is what our soul sounds like when it sings. Xila Toro
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I have rooted myself into this quiet place where I don’t need much to get by. I need my visions. I need my books. I need new thoughts and lessons, from older souls, bars, whisky, libraries; different ones in different towns. I need my music. I need my songs. I need the safety of somewhere to rest my head at night, when my eyes get heavy. And I need space. Lots of space. To run, and sing, and change around in any way I please–outer or inner–and I need to love. I need the space to love ideas and thoughts; creations and people–anywhere I can find–and I need the peace of mind to understand it. Charlotte Eriksson
Music is soul of the spirit.
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Music is soul of the spirit. Lailah Gifty Akita
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I'm a peasant I'm the muzhik A pest you're destined to play the music And yes it's pleasant to say it's beauty I'mIndebted to rest respecting it truly Criss Jami
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I made spasmodic efforts to work, assuring myself that once I began working I would forget her. The difficulty was in beginning. There was a feeling of weakness, a sort of powerlessness now, as though I were about to be ill but was never quite ill enough, as though I were about to come down with something I did not quite come down with. It seemed to me that for the first time in my life I had been in love, and had lost, because of the grudgingness of my heart, the possibility of having what, too late, I now thought I wanted. What was it that all my life I had so carefully guarded myself against? What was it that I had felt so threatened me? My suffering, which seemed to me to be a strict consequence of having guarded myself so long, appeared to me as a kind of punishment, and this moment, which I was now enduring, as something which had been delayed for half a lifetime. I was experincing, apparently, an obscure crisis of some kind. My world acquired a tendency to crumble as easily as a soda cracker. I found myself horribly susceptible to small animals, ribbons in the hair of little girls, songs played late at night over lonely radios. It became particularly dangerous for me to go near movies in which crippled girls were healed by the unselfish love of impoverished bellhops. I had become excessively tender to all the more obvious evidences of the frailness of existence; I was capable of dissolving at the least kind word, and self-pity, in inexhaustible doses, lay close to my outraged surface. I moved painfully, an ambulatory case, mysteriously injured. Alfred Hayes
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After a while Luce curled up with her head leaning on a rock, wondering why she wasn't consumed with despair. Instead she felt an inexplicable sense of peace. She was cradled in music. The rocks around her chanted like slow, growling bells, and each curl of the water stroked her fins with silky notes. She'd been so afraid of leaving her tribe, but she understood that she never would have heard the music resonating out of every crook of the world if she hadn't taken so many risks. She'd opened her heart to the music of solitude, and it had come to her. Sarah Porter
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Music is a writer's heartbeat. A.D. Posey
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You are a valuable instrument in the orchestration of your own world, and the overall harmony of the universe. Always be in command of your music. Only you can control and shape its tone. If life throws you a few bad notes or vibrations, don't let them interrupt or alter your song. Suzy Kassem
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The boy Prewitt loved the songs because they gave him something, a first hint that pain might not be pointless if you could only turn it into something. James Jones
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The songs of separation Are not always full of pain Often they talk of the fondness That flows in the lovers’ veins… Neelam Saxena Chandra
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WILL YOU DANCE WITH MEAs we stand here, Hand in hand, Under the neon lights Of Truth and Love.I'm asking you to Dance with me. To twirl, Kick, Drop, Jump, And fly With me. Skidding and Sliding across The dancefloor of life, I want you to Glide with me. Through the Saddest and Happiest songs, The fastest highs To the longest and Slowest lows, I want you to Flow through Them all With Me. Suzy Kassem
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Music give infinite strength. Lailah Gifty Akita
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And I thought about how many people have loved those songs. And how many people got through a lot of bad times because of those songs. And how many people enjoyed good times with those songs. And how much those songs really mean. I think it would be great to have written one of those songs. I bet if I wrote one of them, I would be very proud. I hope the people who wrote those songs are happy. I hope they feel it's enough. I really do because they've made me happy. And I'm only one person. . Stephen Chbosky
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Words make you think. Music makes you feel. A song makes you feel a thought. E.Y. Harburg
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Hair is gray and the firers are burning. So many dreams on the shelf. You say I wanted you to be proud of me. I always wanted that myself. Tori Amos
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And mostly all I have to say about these songs is that I love them, and want to sing along to them, and force other people to listen to them, and get cross when these other people don't like them as much as I do. Nick Hornby
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He could tell by the way animals walked that they were keeping time to some kind of music. Maybe it was the song in their own hearts that they walked to. Laura Adams Armer
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Ruby said there were many songs that you could not say anybody in particular had made by himself. A song went around from fiddler to fiddler and each one added something and took something away so that in time the song became a different thing from what it had been, barely recognizable in either tune or lyric. But you could not say the song had been improved, for as was true of all human effort, there was never advancement. Everything added meant something lost, and about as often as not the thing lost was preferable to the thing gained, so that over time we'd be lucky if we just broke even. Any thought otherwise was empty pride. Charles Frazier
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The way I choose to show my feelings is through my songs. Marianne Faithfull
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A good song should life your heart, warm the soul and make you feel good. Colbie Caillat
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Two people, two hands, and two songs, in this case "Big Shot" and "Bette Davis Eyes." The lyrics of the two songs provided no commentary, honest or ironic, on the proceedings. They were merely there and always underfoot, the insistent gray muck that was pop culture. It stuck to our shoes and we tracked it through our lives. Colson Whitehead
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Musicians add to songs and they evolve: For as was true of human effort, there was never advancement. Everything added meant something lost, and about as often as not the thing lost was preferable to the thing gained, so that over time we'd be lucky if we just broke even. Any thought otherwise was empty pride. p. 380 Charles Frazier
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Good music will make you forget all your misery. Lailah Gifty Akita
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She said, 'People don't know what they like until they hear it. And that is the magic of music. Every song is a possibility, and all it takes is the right chord or the right beat and the heart is hooked. Leslie Hauser
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Music awakes the spirit of the mind. Lailah Gifty Akita
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Music brings relief! Hymns change mood! Songs empower the downhearted. Sing songs always! When all things seem down, sing a good and an inspiring song! When you seem to be wasting your energy on toxic thoughts, invoke your spirit with an amazing song! Songs have power! Empower your life with good songs! Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
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Why to get stress or get bore. .When you have flipdark.com to get ultimate entertainment :) Donald
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We love music deeply, but why? Put simply: music makes lives, shapes lives, expresses all shades and stages of life - and even saves lives. Rasheed Ogunlaru
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Writing catchy pop songs is a super-minor superpower, but it's mine. J.C. Lillis
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Sad songs are not my strong suit. All the songs that have saved my life make you feel like driving with the top down or dancing in your room with your best friend. J.C. Lillis
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There are basically three types of songs: loved songs, unloved songs, and transitional songs written by tired people in between the two. Love songs are cheesy, unloved songs are depressing, and transitional songs are poetry. Transitions catch the world on fire, touching on relevant topics while speaking with giddiness and despair of the lover between. Ace Boggess
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The melody of music! Lailah Gifty Akita
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When I write I like to give equal justice to lyrics, too. I want the song to have meaning for me so I can make it have meaning for the audience. Oliver
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I try to make the music give people a chance to become engrossed with what they hear enough to possibly experience things they've probably experienced on their own but don't normally let themselves go so as to feel them fully. Oliver
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A song should stand on its own and on what a singer does with it. It shouldn't need a lot of extra help to be good. Oliver
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We are taught to think ourselves ugly. Eyes are an assaulted sense. We are taught to behave by spankings and whippings. Touch is an assaulted sense. We are taught we should not smell, or we smell wrong. Smell is an assaulted sense. We listen to songs that call us 'hos and tell us how to give blow jobs. Hearing is an assaulted sense. Taste, not so much. Alice Randall
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The songs were all either fast or sad. Because all songs should be either fast or sad. Rob Sheffield
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He laughs and switches lanes. "All right. So, favorite song?"" Ever?" He nods. I bite my lip and watch the just-budding trees flash by outside." I don't think I've found it yet." His mouth twists with a smile I've never seen before. And I've seen every smile." That's the right answer. Michelle Painchaud
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And when one song stops playing write the one that will save your life. Shannon L. Alder
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I sing about life. I am happy, but life is sad. Larry McMurtry
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Alone, drinking coffee, listening to the playlist that include the songs that remember you with the best and bad moments of your life.what a hard emotional moment ! ! Nabil TOUSSI
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When I discovered music – when I discovered the craft of shaping a song – my being fell into place. Charlotte Eriksson
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We are all beautiful instruments of God. He created many notes in music so that we would not be stuck playing the same song. Be music always. Keep changing the keys, tones, pitch, and volume of each of the songs you create along your journey and play on. Nobody will ever reach ultimate perfection in this lifetime, but trying to achieve it is a full-time job. Start now and don't stop. Make your book of life a musical. Never abandon obligations, but have fun leaving behind a colorful legacy. Never allow anybody to be the composer of your own destiny. Take control of your life, and never allow limitations implanted by society, tell you how your music is supposed to sound – or how your book is supposed to be written. . Suzy Kassem
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The strength of my heart is the music in my spirit. Lailah Gifty Akita
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Music revived my spirit. Lailah Gifty Akita
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Strains of music spring up, crystallizing in the night air like rain turning suddenly to snow, drifting to earth. Lauren Oliver
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Classic of '43. Don't knock it. A Vintage year. Keith Richards
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Keith Richards on change–" It's gotta go up and down. Otherwise, you won't know the difference. It would be just a bland, straight line, like lookin' at a heart machine. And when that straight line happens, baby, you're dead. Jessica Pallington West
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Some songs can make you to travel a million miles inside your head Pradeepa Pandiyan
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People are like songs to me. About 60 seconds in, I'll know whether or not to add them to my 'favorites. Crystal Woods
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I earned my place, With the tidal waves. I can't escape this feeling, That something ain't right. I called my name As I crashed the gates, Still I can't escape this feeling That something ain't right. All Time Low
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Leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart. Sanober Khan
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The harbour of influence is richer in the cemeteries where people are buried with their music on their tongues unsung. Don't leave your potentials untouched! Israelmore Ayivor
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We lived only to dance. What was the true characteristic of a queen, I wondered later on; and you could argue that forever. “What do we all have in common in this group?” I once asked a friend seriously, when it occurred to me how slender, how immaterial, how ephemeral the bond was that joined us; and he responded, “We all have lips.” Perhaps that is what we all had in common: no one was allowed to be serious, except about the importance of music, the glory of faces seen in the crowd. We had our songs, we had our faces! We had our web belts and painter’s jeans, our dyed tank tops and haircuts, the plaid shirts, bomber jackets, jungle fatigues, the all-important shoes. . Andrew Holleran
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Lets Rock Cancer's World Benny Bellamacina
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A bunch of bad songs, make an awful whine. Benny Bellamacina
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The nights were mainly made for saying things you can't say tomorrow day. Arctic Monkeys
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There is no end to the things you don’t understand. The mind will search for a lie to give it an answer you can understand, but one song at the right time will challenge what you accept. Shannon L. Alder
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Some songs are never just ordinary songs, they become the memories you collect in your life. Seekerohan
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Perhaps it is how we are made; perhaps words of truth reach us best through the heart, and stories and songs are the language of the heart Stephen R. Lawhead
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No wolf falters before the bite, so strike. No hawk wavers before the dive, so swing. No sun pauses before the set, just strike. No rain delays before the fall, just swing. Shannon Hale
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Great songs don't grow on trees, yet lots of songs have been written on great trees Benny Bellamacina
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Many use the word “Kingdom” flippantly. Even though we sing about it in our praise songs, we talk about it in our sermons, yet we seem to still not understand its reality in our daily lives Sunday Adelaja
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Many use the word “Kingdom” flippantly. Even though we sing about it in our praise songs, we talk about it in our sermons, yet we seem to still not understand its reality in our daily lives. Sunday Adelaja
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And she learned that you couldn’t stockpile anything that mattered, really. Feelings, people, songs, sex, fireworks: they existed only in time, and when it was over, so were they. Garth Risk Hallberg