#song

Every man needs his Siren To check his courage and strength When he hears her song In his travels through the unknown. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #literature #literature-quotes #poetry #poetry-quotes

Nobody ever talks about the pyramids that weren't built, the books that weren't written, the songs that weren't sung. Stop letting your fear condemn you to mediocrity. Get out of your own way. Your dreams are a poetic reflection of your soul's wishes. Be courageous enough to follow them. There is no greater time than now to experience the full power of your potential. Make this the day you take the first step in the beautiful journey of bringing your dreams to life. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#dreams #experience #fear #goals #journey

God is the composer; you are the song. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#composer #god #life #song #experience

It’s gonna be Love It’s gonna be great It’s gonna be more then I can take It’s gonna be free It’s gonna be real It’s gonna change everything I feel It’s gonna be sad It’s gonna be true It’s gonna be me baby It’s gonna be you baby It’s gonna be...Its gonna be Love ↗

— Mandy Moore

#change

I love songwriting. It's second to my love for singing in how I express myself. ↗

— Michael Bolton

#how #i #i love #love #myself

I feel like I've been through a lot in the past couple of years, But I've kept pretty stable. That's because I channel that emotion into performance. I can handle emotion as long as it's only a song. It works for me, and I don't want to change it. I don't have anything left for writing. ↗

— Jennifer Echols

#handling-emotion #nothing-left #sam #song #through-a-lot

I think they would like the songs better if I left out the names, or changed the pronouns. ↗

— David Levithan

#gay #love #what-a-song-can-do #change

When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other. ↗

— Rob Sheffield

#music #remember #songs #death

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying, If I am dead, as dead I well may be, You'll come and find the place where I am lying, And kneel and say Ave there for me, And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me, And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be, For you will bend and tell me that you love me, And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me ↗

— Frederick Weatherly

#death #grief #lyrics #mourning #music

Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black. She has a knife, knife, knife, stuck in her back, back, back. She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe. She cannot cry, cry, cry. Thats why she begs, begs, begs. She begs to die, die ,die.. ↗

— Laurie Faria Stolarz

#death #magic #morbid #song #twisted