#song

I've tried that love thing for the last time. My heart says no, no! Nobody's supposed to be here, but you came along and changed my mind ↗

— Debra Cox

#couples #love #romance #song #change

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls, But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#death #song #stars #death

She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did, she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#game-of-thrones #kiss #love #song-of-fire-and-ice #storm-of-swords

That's really what was wonderful for me growing up, since I got to know so many of the songwriters who liked me and thought I had talent. They would then tell me how to read a lyric and sing a song, and challenge me to try and find a different end to a song. ↗

— Margaret Whiting

#different #end #find #got #growing

He liked her; it was as simple as that. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#song

Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#song

Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side? ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#a-song-of-ice-and-fire #curiosity #george-r-r-martin #tyrion-lannister #wall

Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know. -Songs of Sapphique ↗

— Catherine Fisher

#people-will-hurt-you #rain #snow #walls #song

Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#song

from private flood. / Drama of each season / plots doom from above, / yet all allergic reason / moves to our minor love ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#trio-of-love-songs #love