Your songs QUOTES

1 " You are brighter than the sun, prettier than a fresh flower, and sweeter than any chocolate. Your songs are always humming in my heart. I wish you a sweet sweetest day. "

2 " My friend Kate once went to a concert of Mongolian throat singers who were traveling through New York City on a rare world tour. Although she couldn't understand the words to their songs, she found the music almost unbearably sad. After the concert, Kate approached the lead Mongolian singer and asked, " What are your songs about?" He replied, " Our songs are about the same things that everyone else's songs are about: lost love, and somebody stole your fastest horse. "

3 " [He] went on to tell her that certain work songs made the work a little easier, but that there were others, depending upon the time of day, that dragged a body down, so 'you just gotta be careful with your songs and your hummin' and whatnot. "

― Edward P. Jones , The Known World

4 " Harper, treat your words with care
For they may cause joy or despair
Sing your songs of health and love
Of dragons flaming from above "

― Anne McCaffrey , Dragon Harper (Pern, #19)

5 " And when it's really maddening—

You echo in mind Dreaming you and me makes me high
This weakness in no time This craving all the time
Thought of cuddling you I can't stop even for a while
Just want to sleep in your arms day and night
why your songs every time why you don't go out of sight
Reading you in quotes line by line Dreams of our home before dying
Nights are broken quiet Talking to you is an urge Everyday Fight
Deep silent shouts why I don't want to take you out
Parties are over I just stand lost in corners.
It's blue even in laughs People ask
why silence even in noise It's like beyond you there is no life
why these roads These long night walks I just don't stop
why it's so cold why sky calls
why can't I see you why there is Moon "

― Ravikant Mahto

6 " And when it's really maddening

You echo in mind Dreaming you and me makes me high
This weakness in no time This craving all the time
Thought of cuddling you I can't stop even for a while
Just want to sleep in your arms day and night
why your songs every time why you don't go out of sight
Reading you in quotes line by line Dreams of our home before dying
Nights are broken quiet Talking to you is an urge Everyday Fight
Deep silent shouts why I don't want to take you out
Parties are over I just stand lost in corners.
It's blue even in laughs People ask
why silence even in noise It's like beyond you there is no life
why these roads These long night walks I just don't stop
why it's so cold why sky calls
why can't I see you why there is Moon "

― —Ravikant Mahto

7 " And when you are foolish enough to identify yourself as a poet, your interlocutors will often ask: A PUBLISHED Poet? And when you tell them that you are, indeed, a published poet, they seem at least vaguely impressed. Why is that? Its not like they or anybody they know reads poetry journals. And yet there is something deeply right, I think, about this knee-jerk appeal to publicity. It's as if to say: Everybody can write a poem, but has your poetry, the distillation of your innermost being, been found authentic and intelligible by others? Can it circulate among persons, make of its readership, however small, a People in that sense? This accounts for the otherwise bafflingly persistent association of Poetry and fame - baffling since no poets are famous among the general population. To demand proof of fame is to demand proof that your songs made it back intact from the dream in the stable to the social world of the fire, that your song is at once utterly specific to you and exemplary for others. "

― Ben Lerner , The Hatred of Poetry

8 " If I only have ten minutes, Sam, this is what I want to say. You're not the best of us. You're more than that. You're better than all of us. If I only have ten minutes, I would tell you to go out there and live. I'd say...please take your guitar and sing your songs to as many people as you can. Please fold a thousand more of those damn birds of yours. Please kiss that girl a million times. "

― Maggie Stiefvater , Forever (The Wolves of Mercy Falls, #3)