Quotes of: Sing Keyword

When I'm rhyming it's all in my head... Like the slaves, when they were picking cotton, they would block out their minds. They would sing.

Wyclef Jean

I think hip-hop is really fun right now... and that's why people are using dance beats and singing more.

Wiz Khalifa

Anything I sing is supposed to be genuine. It's not supposed to be make-believe or I'm making something for the crowd to jump or to hold up their hands.

Wayne Wonder

An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing,

W.B. Yeats

The belief that unhappiness is selfless and happiness is selfish is misguided. It's more selfless to act happy. It takes energy, generosity, and discipline to be unfailingly lighthearted, yet everyone takes the happy person for granted. No one is car...

The Happiness Project: Or Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun

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 t...

How Green Was My Valley

When you were strung out and I kissed you I imagined your mouth a mound of cocaine, inhaling your breath like powder as I pushed into you and you pulled me with your bruised thighs. Some nights we fucked so slowly I dissolved like a Quaalude in a gla...

Sasha Sings the Laundry on the Line

I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do n...

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

If you want to draw some advantage from your history, you must accept not only this miracle but also many others. In memory, everything can become miraculous. All you have to do is wish it, and freezing winter turns into spring, miserable rooms fill ...

Where the Bird Sings Best

Pegi just recorded "I Don't Want to Talk About," written by Danny Whitten, the original Crazy Horse guitar player and singer who's all over Early Daze, an album of songs from the beginning of Crazy Horse that I have been working on compiling recently...

Waging Heavy Peace: A Hippie Dream

[in a Chinese restaurant] Waiter #1, Waiter #2, Waiter #3: [singing] Deck the harrs with boughs of horry, fa ra ra ra ra, ra ra ra ra. Chop Suey Palace Owner: No, no, not 'ra ra ra ra', 'la la la la'! Try again. Waiter #1, Waiter #2, Waiter #3: D...

A Christmas Story

Sloth: Mama! Mama Fratelli: Come to mama Slothy, come on hmm? Sloth: Mama, you've been bad. Mama Fratelli: Oh, Slothy. I may have been bad. I may have kept you chained up in that room but it was for your own good. Sloth: Yeah! Mama Fratelli: You reme...

The Goonies

Prime Minister: Hello, does Natalie live here? Harris Street little girl: No, she doesn't. Prime Minister: Oh, dear. Okay. Harris Street little girl: Are you singing carols? Prime Minister: Uh, no. No I'm not. Her friend: Please, sir, please? Her fri...

Love Actually

Sweeney Todd: [sings] And though I'll think of you, I guess, / Until the day I die, / I think I miss you less and less / As every day goes by, / Johanna... Anthony Hope: [sings] Johanna... Sweeney Todd: And you'd be beautiful and pale, / And look too...

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

A black cat crossed my path, and I stopped to dance around it widdershins and to sing the rhyme,

Chocolat

Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance and holler, just trying to be loved.

The Color Purple

There is no better place to heal a broken heart than on the back of a horse.

Cowboys Don't Sing

Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -- the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.

Collected Poems and Plays of Rabindranath Tagore

...flames moved towards him and dropped within - singed and marred his tender skin ... (the frightful plight tale)

Enigmatic Evolution

The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?

Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said

She's so small, yet she contains so much evil.

Fluke: Or, I Know Why the Winged Whale Sings