Blues are the songs of despair, but gospel songs are the songs of hope.
Blues is easy to play, but hard to feel.
I loved to hit with men on base and with the game on the line.
The work of man is to respond to the Covenant by obeying the commandments of the Torah, those commandments that can be obeyed here and now.
In blues, classical and jazz, you get more revered with age.
Where there is Torah it sustains the world.
My template for most songs is 'Is this inspiring?' and with the blues it so often is.
I was raised in a very blue-collar family.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I.
Pink is the navy blue of India.
The blues was bleeding the same blood as me.
Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue - the sky
There is no blue without yellow and without orange.
Above his head at street level, he saw an angled aileron of a scarlet Porsche, its jaunty fin more or less at the upper edge of his window frame. A pair of very soft, clean glistening black shoes appeared, followed by impeccably creased matt charcoal...
Crush: [Crush comments on various scenes in the Scene Selection menu on Disc 2 of the DVD; Scene 1 - "New Parents"] Mr. and Mrs. Jellyman. Ha ha! Awesome. Crush: [Scene 5, "The Drop Off"] Whoa! Big ol' blue's one serious place, dude. Crush: [Scene 9,...
The Bride: [Describing her pregnancy to Bill] Before that strip turned blue, I was a woman. I was your woman. I was a killer who killed for you. Before that strip turned blue, I would have jumped a motorcycle onto a speeding train... for you. But onc...
Shouldering the duffel bag with the Marine Corps bulldog, Old Man knocked Jan's photo off the bed table. He turned to stone staring down at the photo. His face then splintered into hurt. Tears seeped into his eyes. He grappled for the nearest bedpost...
Love you! Girl, you're in the very core of my heart. I hold you there like a jewel. Didn't I promise you I'd never tell you a lie? Love you! I love you with all there is of me to love. Heart, soul, brain. Every fibre of body and spirit thrilling to t...
When we have learnt to call storms, storms, and death, death, and birth, birth, when we have mastered the sailor's horn-book and Mr Piddington's law of cyclones, Ellis's anatomy and Lewer's midwifery, we have already made ourself half blind. We have ...
So ask me if I am alright. 'I’m fine; I’m always fine.' You see this look in my eyes. 'No, I’m fine. I am always fine.' There is a corpse behind my smile. 'Listen, I am fine. Always, always fine as fine can be.' 'Are you okay?' 'I am more than ...
I had eventually come to understand that friendship was a delicate, gradual process that mustn’t be rushed or seized upon but allowed and encouraged to take its course over time. I pictured it as a butterfly, simultaneously beautiful and fragile, t...
