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I'm an interpreter of stories. When I perform it's like sitting down at my piano and telling fairy stories. ↗


— Nat King Cole


#fairy #i #interpreter #like #perform

The only sport I'm not interested in is horse racing. That's because I don't know the horses personally. ↗


— Nat King Cole


#horse #horse racing #horses #i #interested

I think foreign countries really do like it when American artists sing in their language. And when you go over there and say, 'Hi, how are you?' in their language, they love it. It makes them feel like you're doing it just for them. We in America take so much for granted. ↗


— Natalie Cole


#american #artists #countries #doing #feel

People have become less discriminating listeners, which is tragic, really. There's a lot of emperor's new clothes out there, whether they're female or male solo acts. That bothers me. It's hard to break through, and it's like climbing Mount Everest if you actually do. ↗


— Paula Cole


#actually #become #bothers #break #climbing

The flower has opened, has been in the sun and is unafraid. I'm taking more chances; I'm bold and proud. ↗


— Paula Cole


#bold #chances #flower #i #more

How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die. ↗


— Thomas Cole


#daylight #die #how #lovely #night

I would like to say that what Mel Phillips was doing was not sexual harassment but more sexual abuse of children, because he was doing it in a sexual manner now that I look back on it. ↗


— Tom Cole


#back #because #children #doing #harassment

But it was this tough little character part that I was playing, a very funny little guy that I invented over a weekend, because I realized I was not contributing to the humor of this thing. And I had to do something. ↗


— Dabney Coleman


#character #contributing #funny #guy #had

I'm convinced that the place, if you have your druthers, to go to have that experience is New York City. ↗


— Dabney Coleman


#convinced #experience #go #i #new

Kahlil Gibran on Love When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God." And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips. ↗


— Kahlil Gibran


#dreams






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