#ling

Of course, the diary helps me as well. 'That wasn't your position on July 7, 1991,' I'll remind Hugh an hour after we've had a fight. I'd have loved to rebut him sooner, but it takes awhile to look these things up. ↗

— David Sedaris

#journaling #love

Mungkin ini adalah saat konstelasi bintang dan benda langit berubah. Pada saat itu berlangsung, mungkin bumi mengerut menjadi sangat kecil, sehingga pepatah bahwa dunia itu sempit benar-benar terjadi. ↗

— Nina Ardianti

#love #starstruck #love

I was at Gatwick and I was a mess: breathlessly excited, horribly nervous and hoping, praying, that this might be it. That the man who was belted up preparing for touchdown would be the man I would spend the next sixty years picking up from airports, missing him, loving him, feeding him and, all things going well, having a fair bit of sex with him. ↗

— Lucy Robinson

#love

when you hate someone, at the same time, you grab that person and give a space in yourself for that person. that's when your hatred might turn into affection, into love. ↗

— Niratisaya

#love #love

Anybody who knows him, even all the girls, will tell you he's a great guy, and they'll do anything for him, right up until they want to kill him. ↗

— Jennifer Echols

#great-guy #killing-motive #sam #motivational

She sang, as requested. There was much about love in the ballad: faithful love that refused to abandon its object; love that disaster could not shake; love that, in calamity, waxed fonder, in poverty clung closer. The words were set to a fine old air -- in themselves they were simple and sweet: perhaps, when read, they wanted force; when well sung, they wanted nothing. Shirley sang them well: she breathed into the feeling, softness, she poured round the passion, force: her voice was fine that evening; its expression dramatic: she impressed all, and charmed one. On leaving the instrument, she went to the fire, and sat down on a seat -- semi-stool, semi-cushion: the ladies were round her -- none of them spoke. The Misses Sympson and the Misses Nunnely looked upon her, as quiet poultry might look on an egret, an ibis, or any other strange fowl. What made her sing so? They never sang so. Was it proper to sing with such expression, with such originality -- so unlike a school girl? Decidedly not: it was strange, it was unusual. What was strange must be wrong; what was unusual must be improper. Shirley was judged. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#empathy #expectations #expression #faithfulness #feeling

I want to drum up interest for instruments that are played by beating them with sticks. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#appealing #awareness #drum #instruments #interest

Oh my gosh, don’t you both look pretty!” We looked like rejects from the auditions for The Sound of Music. “I will have to buy them – they are meant to be yours!” Karla waved her credit card around like a wand. “What a shame they didn’t have one in green for me. But then, it is a young girl’s style. I would’ve looked foolish. ↗

— Joss Stirling

#karla #phee #phoenix #sky #stealing-phoenix

Kucheza muziki si lazima utingishe mwili kama mwendawazimu. Unaweza kucheza kwa hisia. ↗

— Enock Maregesi

#feeling #music #psychosis #music

Music is a second language to my heart. ↗

— Mara Arps

#heart #music #power-of-music #music