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“Tell me I'm a screwed up mess, that聽I never listen, listen.聽Tell me you don't want my kiss, that聽you need your distance, distance.聽Tell me anything but don't you say he's what you're missing baby.聽If he's the reason that you're leaving me tonight, spare聽me what you think and聽Tell Me a Lie.”
― One Direction

“A choir is made up of many voices, including yours and mine. If one by one all go silent then all that will be left are the soloists.

Don鈥檛 let a loud few determine the nature of the sound. It makes for poor harmony and diminishes the song.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -
The water below is as dark as the grave,
And maybe you'll sink in your little blue boat -
It's hope, and hope only, that keeps us afloat”
― Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad

“Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“Who can stop grief's avalanche once it starts to roll.”
― Euripides, Medea

“In childbirth grief begins.”
― Euripides, Medea

“Hail the sun! the brightest of all that ever
Dawned on the City of Seven Gates, City of Thebes!
Hail the golden dawn over Dirce's river
Rising to speed the flight of the white invaders
Homeward in full retreat!" - Chorus”
― Sophocles, Antigone

“When a group of people sing together, we make up a chorus. When birds do, it's more like a whole symphony orchestra.”
― Laura Erickson, The Bird Watching Answer Book: Everything You Need to Know to Enjoy Birds in Your Backyard and Beyond

“We were once the ones who were living, and then we were the ones who were dying. We sewed ourselves, a thread's width, into your history.”
― David Levithan, Two Boys Kissing

“My mother exaggerates as often as she can. I'm sure she would like nothing more than to be part of a Greek tragedy. She wouldn't even want a large part, she'd be perfectly content with a chorus role, warning that fate is coming to make havoc of all things.”
― Helen Oyeyemi, Mr. Fox

“When he woke up, I said, 鈥淵our chorus should be more like 鈥楤ig eyes, big soul/big heart, no control/but all she got to give is tiny love.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Daisy Jones & The Six

“I鈥檓 sorry,' [Marty] said unexpectedly.

鈥淗耻丑?鈥�

鈥淭hat we never got to perform that duet together. Don鈥檛 you remember? For the Spring Concert?鈥�

鈥淥h, yeah. What was that song we were going to sing?鈥� I asked.

She placed her right hand on her hip and mock-pouted at me. 鈥淛ames Garraty, don鈥檛 tell me you forgot.鈥�

I gave her an impish who, me look. When she smiled, I said in a more serious tone: 鈥溾€楽omewhere,鈥� from West Side Story.鈥� I hummed the song鈥檚 first measure; it sounded a half-octave off key.

Marty frowned. 鈥淵ou haven鈥檛 practiced lately,鈥� she said disapprovingly.

鈥淣o, I haven鈥檛,鈥� I said, and as I said it waves of melancholy washed over me like a cold dark tide. Marty saw my expression change; she walked up to me and placed her arm around my shoulder comfortingly.

鈥淚 know,鈥� she said softly, 鈥渉ow much you were looking forward to it, Jim. I was looking forward to singing that duet with you, too.鈥�

鈥淩eally?鈥� I asked.

鈥淩eally. You鈥檙e a terrific singer. Who wouldn鈥檛 want to sing a duet with you?鈥�

鈥淚 bet,鈥� I said, 鈥測ou say that to all the boys.鈥�

She laughed. My heart jumped as it usually did when she laughed. A thought clicked in my brain: What was it I鈥檇 written just a while ago? You are the one person who has the ability to brighten up a sour day. You have always managed to make me return a smile to someone else.”
― Alex Diaz-Granados, Reunion: A Story: A Novella

“Ses鈥檃ch L鈥檙u!鈥� Came the slightly muffled chorus. This was Ruminarii for 鈥楬ail the Captain.鈥� Marsh鈥檏 sat down on his seat of office. It made a muted and rather obscene noise as he sank into the seat and the device registered his presence.”
― Christina Engela, Black Sunrise

“Same time as every day, Fyl..." she fussed, the rest of the bridge crew seeming to hold their breaths. "TWELVE THIRTY!" came the chorus. The next hour dragged by, in about the same way as the hour before that. At twelve twenty-five, Commander Ortez found himself stepping out of an elevator into an equally mundane grey steel corridor on his way to the mess hall. Turning a corner, he met with a stream of crewmen milling around between shifts. Some off-duty personnel were lounging around in civvies, which consisted mostly of re-revamped 60's hippy fashions. Of all the places on the ship, the mess was the most spacious, (i.e.: it was a big mess.) The command officer鈥檚 balcony overhung the rest of the crew dining area. Ortez sat at his usual place, wincing as he remembered to get someone to fix the springs in his chair. An ensign, 3rd class dressed in chef鈥檚 white, served him with a plate of what either ended up feeding the chefs latest pet - or strangling it. Marnetti, Barnum and the sciences officer Commander Jaris Skotchdopole filed in, not necessarily in that order, and found seats. After a few bites, Marnetti -- who was the first officer and navigator, put up a hand and signalled a waiter. The lad approached fearfully, appreciating the highlight of his day.”
― Christina Engela, Space Sucks!

“If you were to articulate it, who would be able to resist you? The great chorus of caninity would chime in with you, as if it had just been waiting for this moment.”
― Franz Kafka, The Burrow

“Ne鈥檈r a day will pass before us When we have not tried our best, Kept our cauldrons bubbling nicely, Cast our spells and charms with zest. Full of joy we mix our potions, Working by each other鈥檚 side. When our days at school are over Let us think of them with pride.”
― Jill Murphy

“The deceased was the tragic hero, the survivors the innocent victims; there was the omnipresence of the deity, strophe and antistrophe of the chorus of mourners led by the preacher. There was grief over the waste of life, the stunned wonder at the ways of God, and the restoration of order in nature at the graveyard.”
― Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

“One side of the church auditorium was shouting, 鈥淗alle-Loo, Halle-Loo, Halle-Loo, Halle-loo-yah!鈥� The other side would retort at a volume many decibels above a jet airplane鈥檚 with the phrase, 鈥淧raise 鈥� Ye 鈥� The 鈥� Lord.鈥� They would counter each other several times before switching roles.
If there ever was a perfect illustration of making a joyful noise, this was it. Several kids appeared to be close to unconsciousness from over-exertion. There鈥檚 not a shadow of a doubt that God heard it, but I wasn鈥檛 quite sure how He鈥檇 feel about the display. He hadn鈥檛 accepted Cain鈥檚 gift, and this seemed kind of along the same lines to me.”
― Davajuan, Her Schemes and Plans

“Each stone, each plant participates in the chorus, giving each sound a new choice, a new path.”
― David Passarelli, Mountain poems: Musings on stone, forest, and snow