#blues

How many times can a heart be shattered and still be pieced back together? How many times before the damage is irreparable? ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#death #grief #historical-fiction #loss #love

I merely took the energy it takes to pout and wrote some blues. ↗

— Duke Ellington

#energy #i #merely #pout #some

I don’t suppose there’s a Georgina Kincaid Instruction Manual around somewhere to help me avoid these embarrassing blunders in the future.” “We sell them downstairs.” “Oh yeah? Is there a page on how to woo the fair Georgina?” “Page? Hell, there’s a whole chapter.” “Required reading, I’d imagine.” “Definitely. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #succubus-blues #imagination

I'm a bluesman moving through a blues-soaked America, a blues-soaked world, a planet where catastrophe and celebration- joy and pain sit side by side. The blues started off in some field, some plantation, in some mind, in some imagination, in some heart. The blues blew over to the next plantation, and then the next state. The blues went south to north, got electrified and even sanctified. The blues got mixed up with jazz and gospel and rock and roll. ↗

— Cornel West

#music #imagination

Love is rarely flawless,” Carter pointed out. “Humans delude themselves by thinking it has to be. It is the imperfection that makes love perfect. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #succubus-blues #love

Don’t get old, Kaylee. It sucks! ↗

— Christie Walker Bos

#goodbye-blues #hello-love #love

The greatest gift you gave me was free-will. I have no intention of giving it back. ↗

— Blues (Protoman)

#megaman #megaman-movie #protoman #movies

For me there is something primitively soothing about this music, and it went straight to my nervous system, making me feel ten feet tall. ↗

— Eric Clapton

#music #power-of-music #music

We've come from the same history - 2000 years of persecution - we've just expressed our sufferings differently. Blacks developed the blues. Jews complained, we just never thought of putting it to music. ↗

— Jon Stewart

#blues #jewish #music

She's no lady. Her songs are all unbelievably unhappy or lewd. It's called Blues. She sings about sore feet, sexual relations, baked goods, killing your lover, being broke, men called Daddy, women who dress like men, working, praying for rain. Jail and trains. Whiskey and morphine. She tells stories between verses and everyone in the place shouts out how true it all is. ↗

— Ann-Marie MacDonald

#music #men