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You hate someone whom you really wish to love, but whom you cannot love. Perhaps he himself prevents you. That read more
You hate someone whom you really wish to love, but whom you cannot love. Perhaps he himself prevents you. That is a disguised form of love.
Music is what feelings sound like.
Music is what feelings sound like.
There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's read more
There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
Life is a song. Love is the music.
Life is a song. Love is the music.
Mystery and innocence are not akin.
Mystery and innocence are not akin.
Music . . .can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable.
Music . . .can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
I think often sadness is a great place to get songs from.
I think often sadness is a great place to get songs from.
A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.
A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.
