#sing

May we be strengthened with the understanding that being blessed does not mean that we shall always be spared all the disappointments and difficulties of life. ↗

— Heber J. Grant

#life

I missed you all my life,” Kylie said. “I didn’t know I missed you, but I know it now. You were supposed to be there. ↗

— C.C. Hunter

#missing #life

And all meet in singing, which braids together the different knowings into a wide and subtle music, the music of living. ↗

— Alison Croggon

#living #music #singing #song #life

One day, quite some time ago, I happened on a photograph of Napoleon’s youngest brother, Jerome, taken in 1852. And I realized then, with an amazement I have not been able to lessen since: ‘I am looking at eyes that looked at the Emperor.’ Sometimes I would mention this amazement, but since no one seemed to share it, nor even to understand it (life consists of these little touches of solitude), I forgot about it. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#life

I wonder if that’s just how it feels to miss someone so bad – like being stabbed in the gut a little bit, each time you think of them. ↗

— Kate Ellison

#love #missing-someone #life

If everyone started off the day singing, just think how happy they'd be. ↗

— Lauren Myracle

#music #singing #songs #life

Because cooks love the social aspect of food, cooking for one is intrinsically interesting. A good meal is like a present, and it can feel goofy, at best, to give yourself a present. On the other hand, there is something life affirming in taking the trouble to feed yourself well, or even decently. Cooking for yourself allows you to be strange or decadent or both. The chances of liking what you make are high, but if it winds up being disgusting, you can always throw it away and order a pizza; no one else will know. In the end, the experimentation, the impulsiveness, and the invention that such conditions allow for will probably make you a better cook. ↗

— Jenni Ferrari-Adler

#food #single #food

I no longer pursue happiness, for it alludes me in every occasion. It is as if I'm trying to find something that is invisible, and sometimes I can't help to wonder if I'm the only one who it is oblivious to ↗

— Dave Guerrero

#depressing #life #sad #true #life

In my life I doubt if I will ever forget the sensation of your lips against mine ↗

— Novala Takemoto

#life

Because after all… You don't choose your life, your life chooses you ↗

— Shelly Crane

#life #life