#wondering

I worry that if I enjoy something - like the songs on 'Some Nights' are about wondering about who you are. I'm never quite sure and I'd hate to feel sort of content and get a good sense of who I am because if I know one thing, that's not me. I don't mind not necessarily being happy about it. And that's fine. ↗

— Nate Ruess

#am #because #being #being happy #content

Where was I going? I puzzled and wondered about it til I actually enjoyed the puzzlement and wondering. ↗

— Carl Sandburg

#actually #enjoyed #going #i #puzzled

Every child senses, with all the horse sense that's in him, that any parent is angry inside when children misbehave and they dread more the anger that is rarely or never expressed openly, wondering how awful it might be. ↗

— Benjamin Spock

#angry #any #awful #child #children

'Made it as a writer'? I'm still wondering if I've made it as a writer. I've made it as a published writer of the type of SF that I want to write and read, but I'm still waiting for that big breakthrough. ↗

— Eric Brown

#breakthrough #i #made #published #read

I had to know if I could make it somewhere else. I did not want to go through the rest of my life wondering what might have been without putting myself to the test. ↗

— Kenny Dalglish

#could #did #else #go #had

I love it. When they stop imitating me then I'll start wondering where I'm going wrong. Every day when I sit down to play, I learn something new. ↗

— Erroll Garner

#down #every #every day #going #i

Holidays in general breed unrealistic expectations. The minute you start wondering, 'is it going to be wonderful enough?,' it never will be. ↗

— Pepper Schwartz

#enough #expectations #general #going #holidays

If I'd been a cowboy, it might've ended well. Somewhere on the ramble, I'm sure I'd have to sell My guns along the highway. My coins to the table To make a gambler's double, I'd double debts to pay. Prob'ly shrink and slink away, It mightn't've ended well. What If I'd been a sailor? I think it might've ended well. From August to May For a searat of man drifting through eternal blue, aboard the finest Debris. I might've called the shanties. From daybreak to storm's set, lines stay Taught, over rhythm unbroken. But, oh, there's a schism unspoken, a mighty calling of the lee. An absentminded Pirate, unaccustomed to the sea; To the land, a traitor. I think it mightn't've ended well. What might've worked for me? What might've ended well? Soldier, to bloody sally forth through hell? Teacher of glorious stories to tell? Man of gold, or stores to sell? Lover to a gentle belle? Maybe a camel; A seashell. What mightn't've been a life where it mightn't've ended well? ↗

— Dylan Thomas McCall

#choices #choices-and-consequences #doubting #fate #life

I'm really fascinated and you know I've been wondering about that usage of language, various breathing techniques and why in these practices language is being used in another way. ↗

— Kathy Acker

#another #another way #been #being #being used

Everything about the music industry takes away from you as an artist. They're always wondering what the next thing is: 'What do you have?' It's a very introverted process. ↗

— Gary Allan

#always #artist #away #everything #industry