Top 1200 Choir Singing Quotes & Sayings - Page 17

I love the challenge of singing something that's not that easy.

My father started me singing in church.

A lot of songs I'm kind of singing and rapping.

I started singing because I come from Wales.

Singing was the big focus and outlet for me.

Only when I was singing did I feel loved.

If I'm singing, I'm happy - that's what I've learned about myself.

That's how I relax. I love singing with my castmates.

Singing kind of came out of nowhere.

It was always acting, singing and dancing that I loved.

I love singing just for my own benefit.

I never decided to start singing, to be a singer.

It's fun hitting on the drums and singing songs.

I love singing for people who are loving what I am doing.

When I was young, I had a beautiful singing voice.

I probably learned most of my craft from singing to the radio.

I never thought I would be singing for the world.

I grew up thinking that singing was my security.

But this is pretty new for me, both songwriting and singing.

Singing is just a feeling set to music.

Verse, singing, and speech have a common origin.

I feel so good singing songs that I sang with my father.

I like singing, but it's certainly not my strong point.

Singing is easy. The proof is always in the living.

I've been singing, literally, since I was born.

A kiss is like singing into someone's mouth.

I will be singing till my last breath.

Singing is as much an act of worship as is prayer.

Singing is something that I have learnt. I have given exams for it.

You can inculcate good acting and dancing abilities, but not singing.

I just love singing, songwriting and touring.

Church singing is a great training ground.

I think I'd do pretty good on 'Glee' singing.

There is danger in singing someone else's song.

I have been singing for as long as I could talk.

I started singing at age five and haven't stopped since.

I've been singing Rodgers and Hammerstein all my life.

It's just me and I try to be myself when I'm singing.

The blues? Why, the blues are a part of me. They're like a chant. The blues are like spirituals, almost sacred. When we sing blues, we're singing out our hearts, we're singing out our feelings. Maybe we're hurt and just can't answer back, then we sing or maybe even hum the blues. When I sing, 'I walk the floor, wring my hands and cry -- Yes, I walk the floor, wring my hands and cry,'... what I'm doing is letting my soul out.

I've been singing since I was five. It's my identity.

I can sing, don't get me wrong, but it's no belting singing.

Our songs will all be silenced, but what of it? Go on singing.

Computers, singing, reading, painting and gardening are my hobbies.

I have never followed anyone's style of singing.

I love singing so much. As a kid, that was what I wanted to do.

I always seem to be singing against the grain.

I'm gonna keep singing and dancing as long as I can.

Singing is an arduous business and it needs sacrifices.

I used to go to the Church of the Harvest, right off Adams and La Brea. There was a pastor there who had the best big choir and the best band. He would start praying, and the music would start playing and just make people feel so good, you could break out of whatever you were going through. Soft music can have that effect, too.

Music is in my genes. My entire family is into singing.

I like going around everywhere and singing to people.

Playing music and singing are my forms of meditation.

If it weren't for singing, I don't know what else I would do with myself.

Harmony singing isn't meant to be done alone.

My center is not really my singing so much as my guitar playing.

There is no good singing, there is only present and absent.

I'm literally tone-deaf with singing. It's unreal.

Singing has never been particularly easy for me.

I never looked at people or singing as commodities.

Rigel, Betelgeuse, and Orion. There was no finer church, no finer choir, than the stars speaking in silence to the many consumptives silently condemned, a legion upon the dark rooftops. The wind came down from the north like a runner in lacrosse, violent and hard, to batter every living thing. They were there, each one alone in conversation with the stars, mining ephemeral love from cold and distant light.