A man notices a woman's figure when she walks in a room. Women have eight million words for blue; a man says dark blue or light blue.
The slate black sky. The middle step of the back porch. And long ago my mother's necklace, the beads rolling north and south. Broken the rose stem, water into drops, glass knob on the bedroom door. Last summer's pot of parsley and mint, white roots s...
You play a 'lowdown dirty shame slow and lonesome, my mama dead, my papa across the sea I ain't dead but I'm just supposed to be' blues. You can take that same blues, make it uptempo, a shuffle blues, that's what rock n' roll did with it. So blues ai...
Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth?
The Blue Fairy: Little puppet made of pine, awake. The gift of life is thine. [She touches her wand to Pinocchio who wakes and begins to move] Jiminy Cricket: Whew! What they can't do these days! Pinocchio: I can move! [covers his mouth] Pinocchio: I...
A beautiful poem is like a beautiful sky and a beautiful sky is like a beautiful poem!
My mom believed that you make your own luck. Over the stove she had hung these old, maroon painted letters that spell out, “MANIFEST.” The idea being if you thought and dreamed about the way you wanted your life to be -- if you just envisioned it...
Past conversations were slowly realigning in Blue's head, taking on new shades of meaning as they did.
I went to the little window and inhaled the country air. One could hear the breathing of the night, feminine, enormous. ("The Blue Bouquet")
And here's to the blues, the real blues— where there's a hint of hope in every cry of desperation.
Charlie Patton, who was born in 1891, recorded some of the very first blues. In 'Pony Blues' and 'Peavine Blues,' he manages to pile dense layers of rhythms one upon the other.
Blues is my life. It's a true feeling that comes from the heart, not something that just comes out of my mouth. Blues is what I love, and blues is what I always do.
When the sky falls we'll all catch larks.
The Blue Fairy: Would you like to be Pinocchio's conscience? Jiminy Cricket: [blushing] Well, uh, I... Uh-huh. The Blue Fairy: Very well. What is your name? Jiminy Cricket: [tipping his hat] Oh, Cricket's the name. *Jiminy* Cricket! The Blue Fairy: K...
You see, there's some blues for folks ain't never had a thing, and that's a sad blues ... but the saddest kind of blues is for them that's had everything they ever wanted and has lost it, and knows it won't come back no more. Ain't no sufferin' in th...
There are blue diamonds born to the world and given to those who only want glass crystals. There are blue roses born to the world yet given to those who only want daisies. Blue diamond, don't cry because they want glass crystals. Blue rose, don't ble...
You've heard me call myself a bluesman and a blues singer. I call myself a blues singer, but you ain't never heard me call myself a blues guitar man. Well, that's because there's been so many can do it better'n I can, play the blues better'n me. I th...
The sky is a free asset in design, and nothing unnecessary should be planted that takes away the sky.
The sky is the same color wherever you go.
If the sky falls, hold up your hands.
The crow flies sky high and lands on a pig.
