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Don't be afraid to be weak Don't be too proud to be strong Just look into your heart my friend That will be the return to yourself The return to innocence If you want, then start to laugh If you must, then start to cry Be yourself don't hide Just believe in destiny Don't care what people say Just follow your own way Don't give up and miss the chance To return to innocence That's not the beginning of the end That's the return to yourself The return to innocence Don't care what people say Just follow your own way Don't give up and miss the chance to return to innocence ↗

— Enigma

#music #music

Music is what tell us that the human race is greater than we realize. ↗

— Napoleon Bonaparte

#music #napoleon #music

Can't let the music stop, Can't let this feeling end, 'Cause if I do, It'll all be over, And I'll never see you again! ↗

— David Archuleta

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It’s a little early in our relationship for us to be ‘surmounting,’ but, hey, I’m game if you are. I’ll even let you be on top.” He looked directly at me, a coy smile playing on his lips. ↗

— Stacey Marie Brown

#humor #paranormal-romance #quotes #stacey-marie-brown #relationship

It was a kind of sado-masochism. I would take the things that were painful to me and elevate them and, through the mantra of music, make them into a release. ↗

— Michael Gira

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Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm’d The noontide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds, And ‘twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove’s stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck’d up The pine and cedar: graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let ‘em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I’ll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I’ll drown my book. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#ebbing-neptune #elves #hills #magic #prospero

I do not like the raw sound of the human voice in unison unless it is under the discipline of music. ↗

— Flannery O'Connor

#choruses #crowds #human-voice #music #shouting

Oh, I can't talk to you the way I've wanted to; I've been tellin' lies but I'll tell you the truth. Darling, I'm tired and I should be leaving, leaving. You know I'm tired and I should be leaving, leaving tonight. ↗

— Richard Edwards

#music-lyrics #music

Music can elevate man to new heights. Especially elevator music. 
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— Jarod Kintz

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I like the city late at night, the blasts of music and the splashes of light cast from bars that are still open, shoals of brightly-dressed clubber, the beeping taxis and the greasy, savoury smell of meat and onions from the burger vans. ↗

— Mhairi McFarlane

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