A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.
He who sings frightens away his ills.
~Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote
Some days there won't be a song in your heart. Sing anyway.
Sing out loud in the car even, or especially, if it embarrasses your children.
The singer has everything within him. The notes come out from his very life. They are not materials gathered from outside.
You can cage the singer but not the song.
Those who wish to sing always find a song.
I don't sing because I'm happy; I'm happy because I sing.
So she poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.
Of all the wonders of nature, a tree in summer is perhaps the most remarkable; with the possible exception of a moose singing "Embraceable You" in spats.
God sent his Singers upon earthWith songs of sadness and of mirth,That they might touch the hearts of men,And bring them back to heaven again.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!
God respects me when I work; but God loves me when I sing.
As long as we live, there is never enough singing.
The total person sings not just the vocal chords.
Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound;She feels no biting pang the while she sings,Nor as she turns the giddy wheel around,Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.
A song will outlive all sermons in the memory.
It was his nature to blossom into song, as it is a tree's to leaf itself in April.
Faith and joy are the ascensive forces of song.
~Edmund Clarence Stedman
That music in itself, whose sounds are song,The poetry of speech.
It seems to me that those songs that have been any good, I have nothing much to do with the writing of them. The words have just crawled down my sleeve and come out on the page.
Life is a song. Love is the music.
Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come.
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?
~Rose F. Kennedy
Sweetest the strain when in the songThe singer has been lost.
~Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soulAnd lap it in Elysium.
I sing like I feel.
The lively Shadow-World of Song.
~Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller
Little dew-drops of celestial melody.
Short swallow-flights of song, that dipTheir wings in tears, and skim away.
You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.
Such songs have power to quietThe restless pulse of care,And come like the benedictionThat follows after prayer.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
A friend knows the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.