“Every spring I hear the thrush singing in the glowing woods he is only passing through. His voice is deep, then he lifts it until it seems to fall from the sky. I am thrilled. I am grateful. Then, by the end of morning, he's gone, nothing but silence out of the tree where he rested for a night. And this I find acceptable. Not enough is a poor life. But too much is, well, too much. Imagine Verdi or Mahler every day, all day. It would exhaust anyone.” WellsEndsEnoughSeemsNightFallVoicePoorSilenceMorningGoneToo MuchImagineTreeSkySpringSingingGratefulWoodsPassingPassingsLiftsAcceptableGlowingPassing ThroughI Am GratefulPoor LifeThrushMahlerVerdi Book:A Thousand Mornings: Poems Source: A Thousand Mornings: Poems
“Throughout the hours of the night, though there had been few to hear it, the whole sky had been loud with the singing of these constellations.” WholeNightHoursSkySingingLoudConstellations Book:A Thornton Wilder Trio: The Cabala, The Bridge of San Luis Rey, The Woman of Andros Source: A Thornton Wilder Trio: The Cabala, The Bridge of San Luis Rey, The Woman of Andros
“When I’m singing “Deanna,” for example, which I sing pretty much every night, it brings forward a kind of imagined, romanticized lie about this particular person, which I find really comforting and exciting to sing about.” KindPersonsLyingNightExampleParticularSingingExcitingEvery NightComforting Author:Nick Cave
“I can't stand to sing the same song the same way two nights in succession. If you can, then it ain't music, it's close order drill, or exercise or yodeling or something, not music.” IfsWayI CanTwoNightSongOrderLibertyExerciseSingingJazzSuccessionDrillsSinging SongsYodeling Author:Billie Holiday
“In the deepest night of trouble and sorrow God gives us so much to be thankful for that we need never cease our singing. With all our wisdom and foresight we can take a lesson in gladness and gratitude from the happy bird that sings all night, as if the day were not long enough to tell its joy.” IfsNeedsGivingLongEnoughJoyNightTroubleSorrowGratitudeLessonsSingingBirdCeaseBeing ThankfulAll NightForesightGladness Author:Samuel Taylor Coleridge