Sometimes you audition and you just know that this is going to come to you.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.
We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey. She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.
We ordinary people must forge our own beauty. We must set fire to the greyness of our labor with the art of our own lives. . . What is the essence of this art of living? Of course, even this art should have beauty as its essence.
But no words will change my desire My determination born of love My will to set my eccentric sight On an ever exquisite dawn
These poems are a mental sketch as formed Passage by passage of light and shade Maintained and preserved to this point Brought together in paper and mineral ink
There's only one drummer. We all travel to his beat. Well, I couldn't sing his song. Because for me, it wasn't a truthful statement. Well, Linda sang it, and it was a monster for her.
Fancy can save or kill; it hath clos'd up Wounds when the balsam could not, and without The aid of salves:--to think hath been a cure. For witchcraft then, that's all done by the force Of mere imagination.
Basketball can serve as a kind of metaphor for ultimate cooperation. It is a sport where success, as symbolized by the championship, requires that the dictates of community prevail over selfish impulses.
I just want pieces of the world.