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.
Ann PatchettWriting, painting, singing- it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in its tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between death’s footsteps sound and look and feel beautiful, can make the space of waiting a place where you can linger without as much fear. For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey there between footsteps makes up our lives.
Ally CondieTag: writing death singing painting inspiring
Sing before the spirits and dance with the earth deities
And you will be able to compose your own tune.
Then you and I, united, will clap hands joyously,
Singing 'tum-tiddly-um tum-tiddly-um-tum.
Tag: dance dancing zen joy singing song buddhist
Now, I normally do not like it when people sing near me, much less at me. I don't care if they're good, bad, or mediocre. It's all the same. Unless you're signed to a major label with music I can find on iTunes, I don't want to hear your live performance. It's why I can't watch American Idol. I keep worrying the contestants will mess up and be embarrassed, and then I'll be embarrassed for them.
Lauren MorrillTag: singing american-idol itunes
They staggered and stumbled, wounded but triumphant, singing the old Welsh folk song “Ar Lan y Môr.” And if there was something odd about returning from battle singing about lilies, rosemary, rocks, and—for some reason he’d never fathomed—eggs, of all things, by the sea, well, then the three of them made it sound pretty good and only he and Beauclaire knew Welsh.
Patricia BriggsTag: humor singing alpha-and-omega charles-cornick fair-game folk-songs alistair-beauclaire
I wish that life could be carefree, sunny, never cloudy- But you said that I would be in Your arms when things get crazy- so when the storm doesn't go away- I have decided to sing in the rain.
Moriah PetersTag: rain singing storms singing-in-the-rain
New Song"
For You, Manuelita
Inside the Horizon
SOMEONE WAS SINGING
The voice
Is not known
WHERE DOES IT COME FROM
Among the branches
No one is to be seen
The moon itself was an ear
And one hears
no sound
However
a star unnailed
Has fallen into the pond
THE HORIZON
HAS CLOSED UP
And there is no exit
Neruda had his first dream,
First meeting with the Moon and the Sun
In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart,
Where he learned how to sing like a nightingale.
Tag: sun heart moon singing neruda pablo-neruda nightingale dejan-stojanovic la-mancha
Gavin stood within the trees, observing her from the shadows. He watched the basket rise to her nose as she closed her eyes to sniff at its contents. A smile told him it smelled delicious, but she didn’t open the container to pinch off a sample. Instead, the basket lowered to swing at her side as it had previously done.
All at once the air was filled with soft singing--a sweet, merry tune comprised of ludicrous lyrics. It was impossible not to grin at the words.
“Rainbows paint the sky ‘til the sun melts their colors.
Swinging in the wind, whiskered cattails purr.
The pigs gallop by and snort at the moon,
While frogs kiss the lizards and princesses too.”
Tag: dreams singing dreamland richelle annabelle gavin richelle-goodrich secrets-of-a-noble-key-keeper
We sing because we can't speak anymore.
Kristen ChenowethTag: singing expression words-fail
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