#sing

In the final analysis, the incident is seen as originating from an emotional expression of the frustration and anger of the proud people of China who had been subject to ever increasing oppression from without and decadent corruption from within. ↗

— Chen Ning Yang

#anger #been #china #corruption #decadent

I suppose I had my rock star fantasies while I was singing into my hairbrush in the bathroom mirror, but I never really consciously said, 'OK, this is what I'm going to do for a living and I'm going to be Weird Al.' ↗

— Al Yankovic

#bathroom #consciously #fantasies #going #had

I write and write and write, and then I edit it down to the parts that I think are amusing, or that help the storyline, or I'll write a notebook full of ideas of anecdotes or story points, and then I'll try and arrange them in a way that they would tell a semi-cohesive story. ↗

— Al Yankovic

#anecdotes #arrange #down #edit #full

I dread naming pieces of music because being instrumental, most of the time the songs that I write are instrumental, I want the listener to make up their own story as to what it is and get the emotion pure without using logic. ↗

— Yanni

#being #dread #emotion #get #i

If your souls were not immortal, and you in danger of losing them, I would not thus speak unto you; but the love of your souls constrains me to speak: methinks this would constrain me to speak unto you forever. ↗

— George Whitefield

#danger #forever #i #immortal #losing

The Hamas has taken the path of avoiding causing harm to Zionist interests outside of Palestine, not from weakness or lack of ability to do so, but because Hamas does not wish for further fronts to be opened against it around the world. ↗

— Ahmed Yassin

#against #around #avoiding #because #causing

I admit to wasting my life messing around with fast cars and motorcycles. ↗

— Brock Yates

#admit #around #cars #fast #fast cars

This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#compelled #feels #i #imagine #like

An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing for every tatter in its mortal dress. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#clap #coat #dress #every #hands

I want to sing because I want to sing. ↗

— Trisha Yearwood

#i #sing #want