“So I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them: Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.” GivingShowsTurnsStrongCitiesAliveProudSingingShow MeCunningCoarseSneer Author:Carl Sandburg
“Splutter, splutter. Yes - we're off - we're rising. But why start off with an engine like that? But it smooths out now, like a long sigh, like a person breathing easily, freely. Like someone singing ecstatically, climbing, soaring - sustained note of power and joy. We turn from the lights of the city; we pivot on a dark wing; we roar over the earth. The plane seems exultant now, even arrogant. We did it, we did it!” PersonsLongLightSeemsEarthJoyTurnsDarkCitiesSingingWingsNotesFlightBreathingPlanesRisingAviationClimbingEnginesArrogantSmoothSoarSigh Author:Anne Morrow Lindbergh
“Everything about singing, I learned from busking. Everything I learned about songwriting, I learned from busking. Busking, you learn people, you learn about reading people. You learn about reading the atmosphere of the street. If you stand still in any city long enough, you see everyone pass you by. It's almost like you get to know personality types, just by watching people walk past. You get a sense for things.” PeopleIfsKnowsLongStillsEnoughPastReadingWalksCitiesStreetsLike YouTypePersonalitySingingAtmosphereSongwritingPersonality TypesBusking Author:Glen Hansard
“I had already been a young singer. And once, as a profession, I was a young singer, what you would call a soprano in England, but I was an alto in singing Jewish music in bar mitzvahs and weddings and synagogues throughout New York City because, after Israel, New York is probably the biggest Jewish community in the world.” WorldYoungCommunityCitiesNew YorkSingingEnglandIsraelProfessionSingersBarsNew York CitySopranosSynagogueJewish CommunityBar MitzvahMitzvah Author:Charlemagne Palestine
“I had lots of breaks. I guess the one that got my foot in the door was singing the National Anthem at the National Finals Rodeo in Oklahoma City in '74.” CitiesBreakDoorsFeetSingingFinalsAnthemOklahomaRodeoNational AnthemOklahoma CitySinging The National Anthem Author:Reba McEntire
“Literature was not promulgated by a pale and emasculated critical priesthood singing their litanies in empty churches - nor is it a game for the cloistered elect, the tinhorn mendicants of low calorie despair. Literature is as old as speech. It grew out of human need for it, and it has not changed except to become more needed. The skalds, the bards, the writers are not separate and exclusive. From the beginning, their functions, their duties, their responsibilities have been decreed by our species. --speech at the Nobel Banquet at the City Hall in Stockholm, December 10, 1962” NeedsHumansHas BeensLiteratureGamesChurchCitiesResponsibilityChangedDutyGrewNeededSpeechDespairSingingLowsEmptyFunctionSpeciesCriticalHallsPaleExclusiveNobelDecemberCaloriesPriesthoodHuman NeedsBanquetsBardsStockholmCity Hall Book:A Life in Letters Source: A Life in Letters
“Forget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others caused you. The waters run and run, Springs sparkle and are done, You walk the earth you are forgetting. Sometimes you hear a distant refrain. What does it mean, you ask, who is singing? A childlike sun grows warm. A grandson and a great-grandson are born. You are led by the hand once again. The names of the rivers remain with you. How endless those rivers seem! Your fields lie fallow, The city towers are not as they were. You stand at the threshold mute.” MeanDoeSometimesDoneHandsSeemsRunningEarthLyingSufferingAsksNamesGrowsWaterBornWalksForgetCitiesSunFieldsSpringSingingRiversWarmEndlessTowersThresholdRefrainMuteChildlikeSparkleGrandson Author:Czeslaw Milosz
“And then all the host of Rohan burst into song, and they sang as they slew, for the joy of battle was on them, and the sound of their singing that was fair and terrible came even to the City.” JoySongSoundCitiesTerribleBattleSingingFairsHostRohan Book:The Lord of the Rings: One Volume Source: The Lord of the Rings: One Volume
“I had read a Tale of Two Cities and found it up to my standards as a romantic novel. She opened the first page and I heard poetry for the first time in my life...her voice slid in and curved down trough and over the words. She was nearly singing.” LifeFirstsTwoFoundVoiceCitiesNovelHeardPagesSingingStandardsFirst TimeTalesTroughTale Of Two CitiesI Know Why The Caged Bird Sings Author:Maya Angelou
“Will: 'Singing the praises of our fair city? We treat you well here, don't we, James? I doubt I'd have that kind of luck in Shanghai. What do you call us there again?' Jem: 'Yang guizi ... foreign devils.” WellsKindCitiesDoubtSingingDevilFairsTreatsPraiseLuckJemYangShanghai Author:Cassandra Clare
“The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses-showers and sunshine bring, Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth; To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, And one by one the singing-birds come back. Within the city's bounds the time of flowers Comes earlier. Let a mild and sunny day, Such as full often, for a few bright hours, Breathes through the sky of March the airs of May, Shine on our roofs and chase the wintry gloom- And lo! our borders glow with sudden bloom.” MayCountryEarthWaitingHoursCitiesAirSkyFlowerSpringSingingBirdShiningRoseBoundsWoodsBreatheBordersSunshineMarchRoofShowersVioletJuneSunnyGloomShine OnSunny DayFoliageSinging Birds Author:William C. Bryant
“Suzanne had a room on a waterfront street in the port of Montreal. Everything happened just as it was put down. She was the wife of a man I knew. Her hospitality was immaculate. Some months later I sang it for Judy Collins over the telephone. The publishing rights were lost in New York City, but it is probably appropriate that I don't own this song. Just the other day I heard some people singing it on a ship in the Caspian Sea.” PeopleMenSongLostRoomsCitiesWifeRightsHappenedHeardSeaStreetsNew YorkMonthsSingingShipsAppropriateSongwritingNew York CityPublishingTelephonesHospitalityPortMontrealImmaculateCaspian Sea Author:Leonard Cohen