Quotes about Song

A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.

Always have a song on your heart, and you will be on a good note.

Always have a song on your heart, and you will be on a good note.

"Sometimes I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I cant help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer
It's driven me before, it seems to have a vague
Haunting mass appeal
Lately I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there
So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive, oh oh
It's driven me before, it seems to be the way
That everyone else get around
Lately, I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself, my light is found
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there
Would you choose water over wine
Hold the wheel and drive
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there"

This is song lyrics for the song Drive by Incubus.  Whenever I am having a bad day or I feel like giving up I listen to this song and regain a sense or confidence and power to make it through no matter what today, tomorrow, and the future may bring.

Well, if you want to sing out, sing out
And if you want to be free, be free
'Cause there's a million things to be
You know that there are

Silence is Golden; it has divine power and immense energy. Try to pay more attention to the silence than to the sounds.  Paying attention to outer silence creates inner silence: the mind becomes still. Every sound is born out of silence, dies back into silence, and during its life span is surrounded by silence. Silence enables the sound to
be. It is an intrinsic but unmanifested part of every sound, every musical note, every song, and every word. The unmanifested is present in this world as silence.  All you have to do is pay attention to it.

"Let us sing a new song, not with our lips, but with our lives."

"Did you make that song up?"
"Well, I sort of made it up, " said Pooh, "It isn't Brain...but it comes to me sometimes."
"Ah," said Rabbit, who never let things come to him, but always went & fetched them.

Anything too stupid to be said is sung.

Seule, j'avance encore/ Malgre l'usure, malgre mes blessures

I had composed songs, I sang, and played the vina. Practising this music I arrived at a stage where I touched the music of the spheres. Then every soul became a musical note, and all life became music. Inspired by it I spoke to the people, and those who were attracted by my words listened to them instead of listening to my songs.