But at the same time, if the right thing came along, I would do it in a second.
There is no right time and right place for love... it can happen any time.
The value of music is to be able to play one note at the right time in the right way.
[first lines] Paul Hackett: [Paul and Lloyd in front of a computer terminal] Alright, punch. Punch it in. Lloyd: Right. Paul Hackett: Okay, let's, first of all, refresh the screen here. Alright, and go into "format ruler". [Lloyd punches at the keybo...
Oh, Hank," Susan whispered, "their wings are furry." "Oh, James," Harriet whispered, "their hands are kind.
I understood that fate could not be eluded forever; it came on leathery wings, swooping through the darkness like the bats in the orchards.
Stand at the top of a cliff and jump off and build your wings on the way down.
When you lose yourself in a book the hours grow wings and fly.
And you’ll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday.
The worst thing that can happen to us is that our wings melt and we fall into the sea.
His lips ever so gently touched mine, and suddenly I felt everything stirring inside me grow wings, let loose, and fly.
Do not fear emptiness. It is the dwelling place of possibility. Nothing can be added to a vessel that is already full. ~Malachi
We all change, and we all feel rudderless at times. there is nothing wrong in allowing yourself to drift. ~Zeke
You are really angry with me for not having appeared to you in a red glow, with thunder and lightning, with scorched wings
The appearance of things changes according to the emotions; and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.
Enclose your heart in times of need with the steel of your determination and your strength. In doing this, all things will be bearable.
Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.
Mustafa Kemal drily reminds his co-conspirators that the object is not to die for the revolution, but to live for it.
I was curious and hungry at a young age, and jazz was such a mystery to me, an ocean where you can express yourself in the moment. It represented freedom, it represented wearing wings and going somewhere with music.
Art is the fatal net which catches these strange moments on the wing like mysterious butterflies, fleeing the innocence and distraction of common men.
I don’t mind hot and spicy. Actually find that appealing in a girl. And chicken wings.
