#song

If you're putting that energy into performance," he said, "you're also getting it back out again, right? You're giving so you can receive." He spread his arms wide. "If you were writing songs with it, you'd be holed up in your room in the middle of the night, scribbling them in a notebook and feeling self-important. You'd think you were getting it out, but really you'd be keeping it inside and quiet. You'd take what upset you and turn it into art, and now it would fester, because you think other people ought to share your outrage at what happened to you. ↗

— Jennifer Echols

#energy #feeling #giving-and-receiving #outrage #sam

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after. ↗

— George Gordon Byron

#wine #women #wine

Like vanishing dew, a passing apparition or the sudden flash of lightning -- already gone -- thus should one regard one's self. ↗

— Ikkyu

#ozymandias #self #transience #wind #zen

You know nothing, Jon Snow ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#jon-snow #storm-of-swords #snow

Three years ago the song reminded me of her from three years before. So when I hear that song now I’m reminded of her from six years ago, and me from three years ago remembering her from three years before. Three times, one song. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#song #nostalgia

Puff, the Magic Dragon, lived by the sea, and frolicked in the Autumn Mist in a land called Honah Lee, little Jacky Paper loved that rascal Puff, and gave him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. ↗

— Peter Yarrow

#dragon #songs #love

Let It Be ↗

— John Lennon

#song-lyrics #lyrics

Memories consume Like opening the wound I'm picking me apart again You all assume I'm safe here in my room Unless I try to start again. ↗

— Linkin Park

#linkin-park #song-lyrics #addiction

In my dreams I’ll always see you soar Above the sky In my heart There always be a place For you for all my life I’ll keep a part Of you with me And everywhere I am There you’ll be ↗

— Faith Hill

#dreams

When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold; When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West, Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best! ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#entwives #longing #loss #song #dreams