#strings

Certain voices hold this odd pull on our heartstrings. They are like sad oboes or something, something that makes you want to throw all your money at the radio while yelling, "I love you." I don't know what it is. ↗

— Jonathan Goldstein

#voices #yelling #love

Angels of highest light and love, Angels that radiate beams of pure energy from the heavens above. Please join us and be with us on this very night, As the soul of our beloved joins you in flight. We pray that you send this soul embraced in your lovely wings, During his journey may he hear harps, and trumpets and strings. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#angels #beam-of-energy #embraced #harps #hospice

She cleared her throat and asked, “Do you have a preference?” Christ, was she insane? “I’d love to feel at least one part of you without latex between us. ↗

— Aline Hunter

#diane #no-strings #zeke #love

On recovering my senses, I hastened to quit a place where I hoped there was nothing further to detain me. I first filled my pockets with gold, then fastened the strings of the purse round my neck, and concealed it in my bosom. ↗

— Adelbert von Chamisso

#concealed #detain #fastened #filled #first

Nobody heard records of you playing whatever the melody was on those low strings. It worked out good, you know, about 25 or 26 million records later. I guess it worked out alright. ↗

— Lee Hazlewood

#alright #good #guess #heard #i

Maybe its a case of one guitar feeling a certain way to the hands that makes one subsequently move differently over the strings, but my intent is always to wring the maximum emotional resonance out of the object in hand. ↗

— Gary Lucas

#case #certain #certain way #differently #emotional

As for the symphonic activities... when I was a student at the Eastman School of Music, I became exposed to a lot more musical forms, elements, opportunities, and I fell in love with strings and their uses. ↗

— Chuck Mangione

#became #eastman #elements #exposed #fell

Uncomplicated, no strings sex makes you happy, love makes you miserable. ↗

— Spencer Waking the dead

#bbc-drama-series-waking-the-dead #love #love

I like the strings. I always have. Because that's how it feels. But the strings make pain seem more fatal than it is, I think. We're not as frail as the strings would make us believe. And I like the grass, too. The grass got me to you, helped me to imagine you as an actual person. But we're not different sprouts from the same plant. I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well – but never quite perfectly, you know? ↗

— John Green

#life #margo #quentin #strings #imagination

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings. ↗

— John Muir

#fiber #harp #harp-strings #john-muir #life