#band

When we first started, we were a band from Athens and that was so off the map. ↗

— Michael Stipe

#band #first #map #off #started

Either way, one should love their children, shouldn’t they? After all, children are only duplicates of your own genes. What did these children ever ask for? They wanted love, family, and support. But WE kicked them out onto streets like animals just because WE, as adults, were scared of a situation WE weren’t used to. ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#children #fear #love-for-children #family

A Wish on the Sun" "I see the world beyond a tiny window that allows a glimpse of Heaven into my life. Those who dwell in that enviable light cannot hear me through the glass that muffles my cries. They do not appear to see my face pressed against this barrier. I watch them live, carefree and smiling. Even when our eyes lock - mine wide and weary - theirs squint beyond notice of me. They can't peer past the glass - the sunlight glaring off its surface. They don't see me. They won't see me. I make a wish on the sun, staring into its fiery brightness, imagining it blinding me to the beauty beyond my reach. Would my hell feel so awful then? The sun, this nearest star, absorbs my deepest wish for the thousandth time. 'Save me! Hold my hand! Pretend to care!' The light is blocked by a figure stepping past my window, and I feel the universe turn its cold shoulder on me. Despair smothers the hope that made my lips move in utterance of a desperate wish. It ebbs and weakens, but it does not die. The flicker of an ember remains, enough to ignite hope again - another time. All storms eventually cease, do they not? Once more, I press my face against the glass to view a glimpse of Heaven lived by the undeserving. I savor the sunlight, the only thing powerful enough to penetrate the window that bars me in hell. The warm rays touch me. I imagine God's fingers caressing my face - and the dying ember of hope suddenly inflames. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#alone #despair #hope #need #richelle

She wanted to be herself again, to recover all that she had been obliged to give up in half a century of servitude that had doubtless made her happy but which, once her husband was dead, did not leave her even the vestiges of her identity. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#identity #marriage #women #love

But this was fancy; she was succumbing to fancy in a way she hadn't done before. ↗

— Gregory Maguire

#fancy #fantasy #men

When you're shooting a film, you really don't get to be a dad, and you don't really get to be a husband. You don't really exist at all. But I do drag my family with me on location whenever I can. ↗

— Eric Bana

#drag #exist #family #film #get

Vadim was both my teacher and my husband. I placed myself entirely in his hands. ↗

— Brigitte Bardot

#entirely #hands #his #husband #i

I learned the songs and played the gigs, and then they called me about a month later. They told me they were like super stoked on me and asked me to join their band. ↗

— Travis Barker

#asked #band #called #gigs #i

In 1996, I was in was in an acoustic kind of rock band, we were called Feeble. We were just playing locally. ↗

— Travis Barker

#band #called #feeble #i #just

I wasn't aware that was how I felt, either, until it was out. And now that I've said it like that, I'm not exactly sure it is how I feel. But this isn't a piece of paper I can crumple up and throw away. they aren't words I can cross out to start over. Now they're out, and I know they'll hang here, between us, maybe forever. ↗

— Terra Elan McVoy

#boys #college #divorce #firends #girls