Where music thundered let the mind be still, Where the will triumphed let there be no will, What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill.
We all have bullets beneath our skin we pray our lovers won't flinch at when they find.
I know this world is far from perfect. I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon. I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic. But every ocean has a shoreline and every shoreline has a tide that is constantly returning to wake the songbirds in our hands, to wake the music in our bones, to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that new born river that has to run through the center of our hearts to find its way home.
Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery.
and I wonder if Beethoven held his breath the first time his fingers touched the keys the same way a soldier holds his breath the first time his finger clicks the trigger. We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.
I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good. I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.
Every lover is a storm chaser. Every good heart has lost its roof.
'Sympathy for the Devil' is just another way of saying 'Compassionate Conservative'.
Something significant has been lost.
Indifference is the dead weight of history.
A single and distinct luminous body causes stronger relief in the objects than a diffused light; as may be seen by comparing one side of a landscape illuminated by the sun, and one overshadowed by clouds, and illuminated only by the diffused light of the atmosphere.