Quotes of: Love-songs Keyword

A New Year has tiptoed in. Let’s go forward to meet it. Let’s welcome the 365 days it brings. Let’s live well with love in our hearts towards God and all people. Let’s walk through it’s corridors with praise songs on our lips.

Anusha Atukorala

I loved a woman whose beauty Like the moon moved all the humming heavens to music till the stars with their tiny teeth burst into song and I fell on the ground before her while the sky hardened and she laughed and turned me down softly, I was so youn...

Love

I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, That ...

Songs of Innocence and of Experience

Much of the genre pretty much sounds like popular acoustic songs you'd hear on mainstream radio. The only difference here is that the front man, instead of singing "I love her," switches the words to "I love him," referring to Jesus. Which ends up so...

My Jesus Year: A Rabbi's Son Wanders the Bible Belt in Search of His Own Faith

Concert pianists get to be quite chummy with dead composers. They can't help it. Classical music isn't just . It's a personal diary. An uncensored confession in the dead of night. A baring of the soul. Take a modern example. Florence and the Machine?...

Night Film

Yet losing him seemed unbearable. He was the one she loved, the one she would always love, and as he leaned in to kiss her, she gave herself over to him. While he held her close, she ran her hands over his shoulders and back, feeling the strength in ...

The Last Song

Rob Gordon: All three of us writers, we all experience music autobiographically. Rob Gordon: I think a lot of people do. Rob Gordon: So I'll have certain songs that mark certain times in our life and I think we're not rare that way. Rob Gordon: Like ...

High Fidelity

You can catch a cricket in your hand but its song is all over the field.

Malagasy

The cuckoo comes in April, and stays the month of May; sings a song at midsummer, and then goes away.

Traditional

LXXIX When I die, I want your hands on my eyes. I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me once moreL I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny. I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep. I want y...

Pablo Neruda

~A Comparison of Seasons~ Snow's unforgiving power causes some men to wish for spring's flower. Some might hate snow's bitter chill, but you love it at your own will. I see snow as something fun, but others might still long for summer's sun. You and ...

Seth D.

Without inspiration, we’re all like a box of matches that will never be lit.

Chords of Strength: A Memoir of Soul, Song and the Power of Perseverance

Them lady poets must not marry, pal . . . It is a true error to marry with poets / or to be by them.

The Dream Songs: Poems

It is Nature that causes all movement. Deluded by the ego, the fool harbors the perception that says "I did it".

The Bhagavadgita or The Song Divine

I'm quite a particular singer, and I need to feel like I can bite into the song, in a way, to make it my own. You want the challenge of the songs having some attitude.

Neneh Cherry

Just this morning, out of a large memory for songs, and having been obsessed by them since childhood, suddenly, at the age of 84, I thought of a song I hadn't thought of in over 50 years. It came into my head unbidden.

Tom Glazer

Cyndi Lauper's 'Time After Time' was a perfect song. It was so beautiful and so heartfelt. Her vocals were so amazing. And, for me, that was a song I went to when I was feeling sad and wanted to feel even sadder.

Lea Thompson

Imperfect parenting does not cause addiction. If that were so, everyone would be one.

The Joey Song: A Mother's Story of Her Son's Addiction

And in uttering that Excellently executed truth You become an artist too

The Songs of The Gullible Wiseman: The Early Poems of Maddy Kobar, 2008-2013

Birds shouldn't be able to find tears They are the definition of freedom

The Songs of The Gullible Wiseman: The Early Poems of Maddy Kobar, 2008-2013

Achilles’ eyes lift. They are bloodshot and dead. “I wish he had let you all die.

The Song of Achilles