#singing

Writing and singing does give me some kind of release from the demons of my past, it is a therapy of sorts, but to be honest, my marriage played a more important role in the acceptance of myself than performance has ever done. ↗

— Michelle Shocked

#demons #does #done #ever #give

There was one emotional outlet my people always had when they had the blues. That was singing. ↗

— Ethel Waters

#blues #emotional #had #outlet #people

I was never interested in singing in the church choir or in school. I was more interested in becoming a musician. ↗

— Cassandra Wilson

#choir #church #i #interested #more

Then the musical instruments appeared. Dad’s snare drum from the house, Henry’s guitar from his car, Adam’s spare guitar from my room. Everyone was jamming together, singing songs: Dad’s songs, Adam’s songs, old Clash songs, old Wipers songs. Teddy was dancing around, the blond of his hair reflecting the golden flames. I remember watching it all and getting that tickling in my chest and thinking to myself: This is what happiness feels like. ↗

— Gayle Forman

#happiness #heartwarming #love #singing #family

If everyone started off the day singing, just think how happy they'd be. ↗

— Lauren Myracle

#music #singing #songs #life

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

— Terry Pratchett

#singing #life

I felt my mouth go dry, my throat constrict. What possible interpretation could Peter place on those words, other than that they were about him? - that the entire song was about him? ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#jane-austen #love #mary-bennet #mortification #peter-bushel

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. ↗

— Barbara Hambly

#fallen-angel #music #singer #singing #music

I'd rather you shot at tin cans in the back yard, but i know you'll go after birds. Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird..... Mockingbirds don't do one thing to but make music for us to enjoy. They don't eat up people's garden, don't nest in corncribs,they don't do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That's why it's a sin to kill a mockingbird. ↗

— Harper Lee

#music #sin #singing #music

When we sing, I am one of many, and the individual me evaporates. I am one of 23 university choir members. Not a professor. Not an American. Not a 46-year-old in the midst of twentysomethings. Not a woman trying to outpace the aspects of self she has yet to make oeace with. I am simply what we all are--another voice, a set of lungs, some vocal chords and someone who finds joy and comfort in singing. But when the music stops, so does the we. The union dissolves. The silence transforms first person plural into first person singular. ↗

— Laura Kelly

#music