Quotes of: Old-songs Keyword

Old Man: Those girls... those girls don't wanna go messin' round no old house!

The Texas Chain Saw Massacre

Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend - or a meaningful day.

Dalai Lama

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them.

Life

...I started to realize how many great things could happen by confronting the things that scare you most.

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

I made up my mind not to care so much about the destination, and simply enjoy the journey.

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

His own opinion, which he does not air, is that the origin of speech lie in song, and the origins of song in the need to fill out with sound the overlarge and rather empty human soul.

Disgrace

I think there's just so many people in the world that don't feel understood, and when you hear a song and you go, 'Oh, that song understands me,' that's an amazing feeling. I get it when I listen to the radio... That's a beautiful part of music.

Keith Urban

We came from the '60s era, when we started and made so many hits. The song value from the '60s was so darn good, you've got The Beatles, The Beach Boys, all of Motown, and plenty of other people, too... amazing records, amazing songs.

Mike Love

” Sed paused in his song, feeling ridiculous for singing it to her while they made love. “Baby, you realize this song is about Trey’s dead dog, don’t you?

Rock Hard

Music connects us to beautiful feelings of love, fullness, wholeness and unity

Read my SONG Read my HEART Read my SOUL

Oh, I know that I'll never be perfect I'm just alive

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

Her mouth was a gash of red, like the torn-open stomach of a sacrifice, bloody and oracular. Behind it her teeth shone sharp and white as bone.

The Song of Achilles

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

The Song of Achilles

Every intoxicating delight of early spring was in the air. The breeze that fanned her cheek was laden with subtle perfume and the crisp, fresh odor of unfolding leaves.

The Song of the Cardinal

Moses Kaldor had always loved mountains; they made him feel nearer to the God whose nonexistence he still sometimes resented.

The Songs Of Distant Earth

I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions

The Song of Hiawatha

Her secret? It is every artist's secret--passion. That is all. It is an open secret, and perfectly safe. Like heroism, it is inimitable in cheap materials.

The Song of the Lark

He knew he would always remember her, standing there with that expectant, forward-looking smile, enough to turn the future into summer.

The Song of the Lark

It’s true—there are only, like, two songs about rainbows, including that one. He should be asking why there are so few songs about rainbows.

Must've Done Something Good

Life…was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it’s in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.

The Last Song

The Qu'ran is God's song, not ours, not even Muhammad's. To allow such a song to pass through one's body, however imperfectly, is to discover that the instrument is transformed by the music.

Meeting Islam: A Guide for Christians