#ones

Elevate your inside game. A negative attitude is below the horizon...a place for lonesome hearts. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#elevate #encouragement #game #hearts #horizon

These songs are old friends I have entertained myself with when I'm washing the dishes, driving to the store and walking down the aisles. The ones that you sing when you're driving in the car and as a singer you always go back to them. ↗

— Al Jarreau

#always #back #car #dishes #down

Going to your set with the headphones on in the middle of the night so that your parents don't know what you're doing when you're supposed to be asleep is great. I was rocking the bedroom. That was so much more fun when I got the 1200s. ↗

— Jam Master Jay

#bedroom #doing #fun #going #got

I write a lot of songs people don't hear. I really just enjoy the process. I finish 'em all. I don't think there's a whole lot of difference between the bad ones and the good ones. ↗

— Bob Seger

#between #difference #enjoy #finish #good

I drank more wine when I wasn't working as much, to be honest. ↗

— Thomas Keller

#honest #i #more #much #to be honest

The white man's blood and bones have begotten this bronze race, and bequeathed to it in some degree qualities, tendencies, capabilities, such as are the inheritance of the highest order of human animals. ↗

— Fanny Kemble

#bequeathed #blood #bones #bronze #capabilities

Maybe I've got to admit that what I did here was enough. I can make some more films. Maybe I'll direct a film. Maybe I'll have my musical put on stage. But nothing, really, to be absolutely honest, competes with making a very successful pop band for 10 years of my life. ↗

— Gary Kemp

#admit #band #did #direct #enough

A garden is to be a world unto itself, it had better make room for the darker shades of feeling as well as the sunny ones. ↗

— William Kent

#darker #feeling #garden #had #itself

And, because there was an honesty about all that was going on. It connected with the people in the street. ↗

— Ben E. King

#because #connected #going #honesty #people

In the old days they, the promoters, wanted more and more from me. They wanted me to jump or spill my blood and break my bones. Every time they wanted me to jump further, and further, and further. Hell, they thought my bike had wings. ↗

— Evel Knievel

#blood #bones #break #days #every