"...And I thought about how many people have loved those songs. And how many people got through a lot of bad times because of those songs. And how many people enjoyed good times with those songs. And how much those songs really mean. I think it would be great to have written one of those songs. I bet if I wrote one of them, I would be very proud. I hope the people who wrote those songs are happy. I hope they feel it's enough. I really do because they've made me happy. And I'm only one person. "
— Stephen Chbosky (The Perks of Being a Wallflower)

"Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought."
— Percy Bysshe Shelley (The Complete Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley)

"If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow
Just as long as you were with me, when the cold winds blow.

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were a wink, I'd be a nod
If you were a seed, well I'd be a pod.
If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.
If you were the love, I'd be the desire.
If you were a castle, I'd be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float.
"
— 'all i want is you' by barrie louis, juno movie

"A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
"
— Martina Mcbride

"Puff, the Magic Dragon, lived by the sea, and frolicked in the Autumn Mist in a land called Honah Lee, little Jacky Paper loved that rascal Puff, and gave him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff."
— Peter Yarrow (Puff the Magic Dragon Book & CD)

""Why is it the songs all end with the good people winning, but in life they don't?"
"They don't make songs when the good lose," I muttered. "They make war chants against the bad. So there won't be any songs for us." "
— Sherwood Smith (Crown Duel)

"This one's for the girls who love without holding back, who dream with everything they have, all around the world"
— Martina Mcbride

"You're beautiful the way you are."
— Martina Mcbride

"Many have died; you also will die. The drum of death is being beaten. The world has fallen in love with a dream. Only sayings of the wise will remain."
— Kabir (The Bijak of Kabir)

"This one's for the girls who've ever had a brocken heart, who've wished upon a shooting star"
— Martina Mcbride

"A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate, when morning comes it will be too late
"
— Martina Mcbride

"Her dreams give her wings..."
— Martina Mcbride

"That was the day the ancient songs of blood and war spilled from a hole in the sky
And there was a long moment as we listened and fell silent in our grief
and then one by one,
we stood tall
and came together
and began to sing of life and love and all that is good and true
And I will never forget that day when the ancient songs died because there was no one in the world to sing them."
— Brian Andreas (Traveling Light: Stories & Drawings for a Quiet Mind)

"Hair is gray and the firers are burning. So many dreams on the shelf. You say I wanted you to be proud of me. I always wanted that myself."
— Tori Amos

"Panic bells, it's red alert
There's something here
From somewhere else
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky
Where 99 red balloons go by"
— Nena

"This one's for the girls..."
— Martina Mcbride

"And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed
I see God upon the ceiling
I see angels overhead
And he seems so close
As he reaches out his hand
We are never quite as close
As we are led to understand"
— Adam Duritz

"All So much to lose, and all we can do now is wait, but don’t be afraid
The water's still rising, but here we'll be safe from
The wind and rain
All I ask is that you keep holding on

And please don't forget me just cause I'm gone Yesterday we had it all
Be strong and take heart and tell me you'll never let go
All we have left is each other, a promise, and hope
So far to go, and I know it feels like sometimes we
Won't last the night
It's hard to keep smiling, but focus your eyes on
Fields and skies
Take my hand and continue pressing on
And please don't disagree just cause I'm wrong

"
— thousand year storm (band)

""If I'm going to sing like someone else, then I don't need to sing at all.""
— Billie Holiday

"as jolaha ka maram na jana, jinh jag ani pasarinhh tana;
dharti akas dou gad khandaya, chand surya dou nari banaya;
sahastra tar le purani puri, ajahu bine kathin hai duri;
kahai kabir karm se jori, sut kusut bine bhal kori;


No one could understand the secret of this weaver who, coming into existence, spread the warp as the world; He fixed the earth and the sky as the pillars, and he used the sun and the moon as two shuttles; He took thousands of stars and perfected the cloth; but even today he weaves, and the end is difficult to fathom.

Kabir says that the weaver, getting good or bad yarn and connecting karmas with it, weaves beautifully. "
— Kabir (The Bijak of Kabir)

"We're all the same inside"
— Martina Mcbride

"Dream Song:

The heavens
Go with me. "
— Frances Densmore (American Indians and Their Music)

"Dream Song:

As my eyes
Search the prairie,
I feel the summer in the spring.
Whenever I pause
The noise
Of the village. "
— Frances Densmore (American Indians and Their Music)

"Song on Applying War Paint:

At the center of the earth
I stand,
Behold me!
At the wind center
I stand,
Behold me!
A root of medicine
Therefore I stand,
At the wind center
I stand. "
— Frances Densmore

"“He could tell by the way animals walked that they were keeping time to some kind of music. Maybe it was the song in their own hearts that they walked to. - Waterless Mountain – "
— Laura Adams Armer, 1932

"A heart never created hatred; speech created hatred."
— Sumerian Proverb

"The shorter story;
No love, no glory;
No hero in her skies.
"
— Damien Rice

"He who cannot draw on three thousand years is living hand to mouth."
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

"Dream Song of Thunders:

Sometimes
I go about pitying
Myself,
While I am carried by the wind
Across the sky. "
— Frances Densmore (American Indians and Their Music)

"Steam Lodge Song of the Sun Dance Ceremony:

A voice,
I will send.
Hear me!
The land
All over,
A voice
I am sending!
Hear me!
I will live! "
— Frances Densmore (American Indians and Their Music)

"Song after Battle:

As the young men went by
I was looking for him.
It surprises me anew
That he has gone.
It is something
To which I cannot be reconciled.

Owls hoot at me.
Owls hoot at me.
That is what I hear
In my life.
Wolves howl at me.
Wolves howl at me.
That is what I hear
In my life.

-American Indian Songs"
— Frances Densmore

"they say every man needs protection, they say every man must fall.
yet I swear I see my reflection,some place high above this wall.....and someday I shall be released."
— Bob Dylan

"tahiya hote pavan nahin pani, tahiya srishti kown utpati;
tahiya hote kali nahin phula, tahiya hote garbh nahi mula;
tahiya hote vidya nahin Veda, tahiya hote shabd nahin swada;
tahiya hote pind nahin basu,
nahin dhar dharni na pavan akasu;
tahiya hote guru nahin chela, gamya agamya na panth duhela.

Sakhi: avigati ki gati ka kahown, jake gawn na thawn
gun bihuna pekhana, ka kahi lijai nawn

In that state there is no air or water, and no creation or creator; There is no bud or flower, and no fetus or semen; There is no education or Vedas, and no word or taste; There is no body or settlement, and no earth, air or space; There is no guru or disciple, and no easy or difficult path.

Sakhi: That state is very strange. I cannot explain it. It has no village or resting place. That state is without gunas (qualities). What name can on give it? "
— Kabir (The Bijak of Kabir)

"If I had to choose between playing a song that not a whole lot of people know that I could get behind, or the opposite, I'll choose the lesser-known every time."
— David Cook