“Singing is my passion, my first love and the secret of my energy. Music to me is like finding my inner self, my soul. It gives me a great joy to see audiences enjoying with me. I have given my heart to singing. When I sing, I can feel romance in everything around me.” GivingFeelsFirstsHeartI CanSoulSelfRomanceJoyPassionEnergyGivenEnjoySecretAudienceMy HeartFindingsSingingGive MeMy SoulFirst LoveMy PassionInner SelfGreat Joy Author:Kailash Kher
“The triumphal-procession-air which, in our manners and customs, is given to marriage at the outset - that singing of Te Deum before the battle has begun.” GivenAirBattleSingingMannersCustomsProcession Book:Letters and Memorials of Jane Welsh Carlyle Source: Letters and Memorials of Jane Welsh Carlyle
“There's this great kind of spooky dance that happens that I can't access any other way. I think most of us are given kind of one pathway to that dance, and that's why I'm a writer. It's the only way I can get there. I can't do it through art, I can't do it through singing, I can't do it through mothering, I can't do it through invention.” ThinkingWayKindArtI CanHappensGivenSingingAccessInventionPathwaysMotheringSpooky Author:Elizabeth Gilbert
“I have never given all of myself, even vocally, to anyone. I was taught to sing on your interest, not your capital.” GivenInterestTaughtSinging Author:Leontyne Price
“Church was the thing for me. The fellowship and the message that was given and singing in the choir and singing the solos and really listening to the words that you were singing and seeing how it affected people was huge for me.” PeopleGivenChurchSeeingHugeListeningMessagesSingingAffectedSoloFellowshipChoir Author:DeLisha Milton-Jones
“Every day I remind myself of all that I have been given... With singing, you never know when you are going to lose the voice, and that makes you appreciate the time that you have when you are still singing well. I am always thanking God for another season, another month, another performance.” KnowsWellsHas BeensStillsGivenVoiceLosesMonthsSingingAppreciatePerformancesSeasonsThank God Author:Anita O'Day
“Singing has opened so many doors for me. And that's definitely a true passion of mine. It's a natural, God-given gift.” PassionGivenNaturalDoorsMinesSingingTrue Passion Author:V. Bozeman
“My songs, well, they are sad, but in all of them the person singing them - me or whoever - is actually still trying and hasn't given up yet.” TryingWellsPersonsStillsSongGivenSingingGiven Up Author:Eric Bachmann
“The mother memories that are closest to my heart are the small gentle ones that I have carried over from the days of my childhood. They are not profound, but they have stayed with me through life, and when I am very old, they will still be near . . . Memories of mother drying my tears, reading aloud, cutting cookies and singing as she did, listening to prayers I said as I knelt with my forehead pressed against her knee, tucking me in bed and turning down the light. They have carried me through the years and given my life such a firm foundation that it does not rock beneath flood or tempest.” YearsHeartDoeSaidStillsLightMotherReadingGivenMemoriesPrayerCuttingChildhoodRocksTearsListeningMomMy HeartBedSingingFoundationProfoundFirmGentleKneesClosestFloodCookiesForeheadsTempestThrough The YearsReading AloudFirm Foundation Author:Margaret Sanger
“Harry ran upstairs to their dark dormitory. He pulled out the cloak and then his eyes fell on the flute Hagrid had given him for Christmas. He pocketed it to use on Fluffy — he didn’t feel much like singing.” FeelsUseEyeGivenDarkSingingRanHis EyesCloaksUpstairsFlutesFluffyHagridDormitory Author:J. K. Rowling
“Those hours given over to basking in the glow of an imagined future, of being carried away in streams of promise by a love or a passion so strong that one felt altered forever and convinced that even the smallest particle of the surrounding world was charged with purpose of impossible grandeur; ah, yes, and one would look up into the trees and be thrilled by the wind- loosened river of pale, gold foliage cascading down and by the high, melodious singing of countless birds; those moments, so many and so long ago, still come back, but briefly, like fireflies in the perfumed heat of summer night.” WorldLooksLongStillsMomentsPurposeNightPassionStrongGivenFeltHoursForeverImpossibleTreeWindPromiseSummerSingingBirdRiversGoldDown AndConvincedHeatStreamsLook UpPaleLong AgoSmallestParticlesGrandeurAlteredCarried AwayFireflySummer NightsFoliageBasking Book:Collected Poems Source: Collected Poems