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Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: read more
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, and everlasting beauty of monotony.
Classical music is the kind that we keep hoping will turn into a tune.
Classical music is the kind that we keep hoping will turn into a tune.
If you want to be a rock star or just be famous, then run down the street naked, you\'ll make read more
If you want to be a rock star or just be famous, then run down the street naked, you\'ll make the news or something. But if you want music to be your livelihood, then play, play, play and play! And eventually you\'ll get to where you want to be.
Feelings are everywhere -- be gentle.
Feelings are everywhere -- be gentle.
Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
Bug all the read more
Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
Bug all the tune that he could play
Was "Over the hills and far away."
- Unattributed Author,
What we feel and think and are is to a great extent determined by the state of our ductless glands read more
What we feel and think and are is to a great extent determined by the state of our ductless glands and viscera.
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That read more
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That filters through the forest, or the gush
That swells and sinks amid the branches high,--
'Tis all the music of the wind, and we
Let fancy float on the aeolian breath.
