The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood
Stop this agony of wishing Play it out Don't think, don't hesitate Curving back within yourself Just create. . . Just create
Never rush an emotion; everything in life has a rhythm, it is the pauses and silences that speak the truth.
Love. Children are loving, they dont gossip, they dont complain, theyre just open-hearted. Theyre ready for you. They dont judge. They dont see things by way of color. Theyre very child-like. Thats the problem with adults: they lose that child-like quality. And thats the level of inspiration thats so needed and is so important for creating and writing songs and for a sculptor, a poet or a novelist. Its that same kind of innocence, that same level of consciousness, that you create from. And kids have it. I feel it right away from animals and children and nature. Of course.
It's been my dream since I was a child to somehow unite people of the world through love and music.
Drinking really cold beer is like slapping yourself in the face with an ice pick.
In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.
So far, I have decided to take whatever my disease can throw at me, and to stay combative even while taking the measure of my inevitable decline. I repeat, this is no more than what a healthy person has to do in slower motion.
Change what cannot be accepted and accept what cannot be changed.
We must widen the circle of our love till it embraces the whole village; the village in its turn must take into its fold the district, the district the province, and so on until the scope of our love becomes co-terminous with the world.
She was smart and funny and vulnerable and just so goddamned beautiful, the kind of beautiful that was worth being shot down over.