#lullaby

Ragtime was my lullaby. ↗

— Hoagy Carmichael

#ragtime

Never give up. Dare to Dream. Dare to believe. ↗

— Stacey T. Hunt

#author #awesome #believe #books #dare

My music is so often like a lullaby I write to myself to make sense of things I can't tie together, or things I've lost, or things I'll never have. ↗

— Stephan Jenkins

#i write #like #lost #lullaby #make

I sang my princess fast asleep, 'Cause she was my dream come true, Oh Annmarie, believe me, I loved you. But now those lonely lullabies, Just dampen my tired eyes, Because I can't forget you. Because I can't forget you. ↗

— Owl City

#owl-city #dreams

He heard a soft voice calling him and turned towards it, trying to focus the vision before him. It wasn't his mother. If he weren't so tired, he would have smiled. He hadn't expected to find an angel in Hell. The angel, her image blurred, a whiteness surrounding her, would understand. The angel would know. "Why couldn't she love me?" he asked. The angel's answer was garbled. He strained to understand the words, not all his senses failed him as he slipped back into the abyss on the edge of Hell. And the angel knelt down beside the bed and wept. ↗

— Lorraine Heath

#lorriane-heath #rebecca #sweet-lullaby #love