For those who have true love, have no limits of expressing their love to one another yet it is a sad fact that those who are searching for love, fear expressing their love to even those who love them.
Many of us live that life where we are only happy when there's a good day passing by, instead of being sad when there's one bad day passing leaving us confused.
Quit the bitching on your blog And stop pretending art is hard. Just limit yourself to three chords And do not practice daily. You’ll minimize some stranger’s sadness With a piece of wood and plastic. Holy fuck it’s so fantastic, Playing ukulel...
It's sad to know how blind we are when it comes to appreciation. We have to lose something to gain knowledge of its worth. The best gift of life is love, the second is health. Most of us have both but will never be satisfied.
Moping around with sadness and sorrow......what will come of it? Even dead people can do that. However, i'll live and stand on my own two legs. If we are going to die one day, wouldnt it be better to have no regrets
The 2012 presidential campaign's turn away from the classic, straight-up, American election - where the candidate who gets the most votes nationwide wins - is another sad reminder of the extreme political polarization distorting today's politics. No ...
I'm not sure how to describe my style. A lot of my work is dark and looks a bit sad, which is strange because I'm such a smiley, over-the-top positive guy who wears gold shoes most days.
Writers, when they’re good, open windows to worlds held precious and priceless by the soul. It is a sad day when they leave the earth, like having the windows shut for good. Where will the world be without good writers?
To live in denial of caring deeply, to hold oneself back from speaking from the heart as a means of self protection, to speak in whispers, to describe what you have together as "this." Oh the sweet sadness of forbidden love.
This world has need of song and sword.
Between lovers, betrayal is always the worst sin.
From a young age, I was encouraged to sing, dance and learn folk and popular songs in Spanish.
I sit and write songs alone and then get together with people to help me flesh it out into a recording.
Men, even when alone, lighten their labors by song, however rude it may be.
It's so amazing to hear a crowd of people singing one of your songs. It's the best feeling.
The sincerity of the art worker must permeate the song as naturally as the green leaves break through the dead branches in springtime.
Sex without foreplay is like song's reff without intro.
. . .where there is no more hope, song remains.
I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.
If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.
Elohim is my salvation, my strength and my song.
