When in doubt, we follow our hearts. Words can be false, images and sounds can be manipulated. But this. . . ' He tapped his chest, over his heart. 'This is always true
I enjoy my solo career because I get to play smaller places like clubs and theaters, and the interaction with the audience is much higher quality. It also sounds better than a baseball stadium. Everybody has a good seat, and I don't have to play a specific part like I do in the Eagles.
The collision of hail or rain with hard surfaces, or the song of cicadas in a summer field. These sonic events are made out of thousands of isolated sounds; this multitude of sounds, seen as totality, is a new sonic event.
It's perfectly okay to fail. It sounds corny, but it truly is about the journey.
If no one heard your sounds then you did not really make them.
It sounds simple, of course, but personally I can think of no more mentally arduous task than making music.
To live for the moment: it sounds so right and so beautiful. But the more I want to, the less I understand what it means.
It sounds corny, but I've promised my inner child that never again will I ever abandon myself for anything or anyone else again.
It sounds corny, but it's absolutely true: A song chooses me. I don't go looking for a certain kind of lyric. It kind of develops its own little arc and I'll just see what happens.
Love is the language we as believers must speak. Galatians 3:26 says we are ALL children of God. The spirit of God is Love. I would be as bold as to say that if you are unable to love, you likely are not a Christian. I know that sounds harsh, but the word Christian comes from "little Christ," meaning we operate and behave with the same spirit as our Savior.
I have long been alarmed by people's sheeplike acceptance of the term 'computer technology' - it sounds so objective and inexorable - when most computer technology is really a bunch of ideas turned into conventions and packages.
Now I just have these reddish scars there. I guess I always will, although Goody says they’ll fade over time. I don’t know if I want them to fade. That probably sounds totally freaky, but part of me doesn’t want to forget what it felt like, even though it hurt. If I forget about the pain, I might also forget that it was a really stupid idea to do it in the first place.
But how do they get inside?" "They fly," Jace said, and indicated the upper floors of the building. [. . . ] "We don't fly," Clary felt impelled to point out. "No," Jace agreed. "We don't fly. We break and enter. " He started across the street toward the hotel. "Flying sounds like more fun," Clary said, hurrying to catch up with him. "Right now everything sounds like more fun.
I'd like to find someone to procreate with - as sexy as that sounds. If you're out and about and fit the description, come up and say hi. I won't bite. Well, maybe a little, if you're lucky.
If we taught babies to talk as most skills are taught in school, they would memorize lists of sounds in a predetermined order and practice them alone in a closet.
It looks wrong, and it sounds wrong, but it's right.
My 3am wake up call sounds a lot different now. Sweeter. . .
It sounds corny, but I think people need stories to process the world. That's our business. That's the job we're in. We tell stories.
Adrian gave me a look that said I was wasting his time. "Because Jet sounds badass.
I'm extremely willful to win, and I respond to challenges. Scoring titles and stuff like that. . . it sounds, well, I don't care how it sounds - to me, scoring comes easy. It's not a challenge to me to win the scoring title, because I know I can.