John Powell may refer to::
There's the whole myth about rocket science. It's really not that hard. It's not brain surgery.
Playing is much, much harder than composing in my opinion, becoming a player. If you want to be a player for all your life either you decide not to do it professionally and just enjoy it and just do it every weekend, but if you want to be a professional musician- hardest thing I could imagine and I really wasn't capable of doing it.
We must be trying to learn who we really are rather than trying to tell ourselves who we should be.
If you knew me in the past, please do not think that I am the same person that you are meeting today. I have experienced more of life, I have encountered new depths in those I love, I have suffered and prayed and I am different.
Communication works for those who work at it.
You have a unique message to deliver, a unique song to sing, a unique act of love to bestow. This message, this song, and this act of love have been entrusted exclusively to the one and only you.
You and I can profit by asking ourselves: What do I see when I look through the lens of my attitude toward myself? Am I more a critic than a friend? Do I look beyond the surface blemishes to find the truly beautiful and unique person that I am? Or do I play the destructive "comparison game"? What verdict does the juror of my mind pass on me: "good at heart" or "guilty on all counts"?
Blacks are about seven times more likely to live in neighborhoods of concentrated poverty than whites.
When we contact each other, we change each other. We are constantly making each other.
A good listener truly wants to know the speaker.
Honest, open communication is the only street that leads us into the real world. . . We then begin to grow as never before. And once we are on this road, happiness cannot be far away.
Love is not a feeling to be felt, it's an action to be learned.
I wanted to play music from the age of seven. I suddenly fell in love with it and that's what I was going to do, or to be involved with music. It was just speaking to me at a level that as a seven year old I suddenly realized the world was capable of supporting in my head a lot more than what I was understanding verbally and visually.
Love supposes, is, and does many things, but basically it is practiced in the act of sharing.
A person can grow only as much as his horizon allows.
Pain is a teacher from whom we can learn much.
The real gift of love is self disclosure.
Attitudes are capable of making the same experience either pleasant or painful.
Old cranks have practiced all their lives, just as old saints have likewise practiced all their lives. They just practiced different life principles.
A life of love is difficult, but it is not a bleak or unrewarding life. In fact, it is the only true human and happy life, for it is filled with concerns that are as deep as life, as wide as the whole world, and as far reaching as eternity. It is only when we have consented to love, and have agreed to forget ourselves, that we can find our fulfillment. This fulfillment will come unperceived and mysterious like the grace of God, but we will recognize it and it will be recognized in us.