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My music and lyrics became an extension of this Indian philosophy. ↗

— Gary Wright

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Influence is like a savings account. The less you use it, the more you've got. ↗

— Andrew Young

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Show me the story. I just want to tell a story that pulls me forward. ↗

— Debra Winger

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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

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They may not like us, but they can't get away from knowing who we are. ↗

— Robert Smith

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They say that time Heals everything But they dob't know you And the scars you bring ↗

— The Wanted

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They're innocent movies, and they're fun movies and there were no pretensions about 'em. ↗

— Alex Winter

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I've been working on my own music. I've been writing an album, stuff that's kind of personal to my own life. ↗

— Ariel Winter

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It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo ↗

— William Shakespeare

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A man leaves his great house because he's bored With life at home, and suddenly returns, Finding himself no happier abroad. He rushes off to his villa driving like mad, You'ld think he's going to a house on fire, And yawns before he's put his foot inside, Or falls asleep and seeks oblivion, Or even rushes back to town again. So each man flies from himself (vain hope, because It clings to him the more closely against his will) And hates himself because he is sick in mind And does not know the cause of his disease. ↗

— Titus Lucretius Carus

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