Songwriting and poetry are so commonly birthed from underdogs because one can make even the ugliest situations admirable, or more beautiful than the beautiful situations - they are the most graceful media in which the lines of society are distorted.
Criss JamiTag: music poetry society expression creativity admiration media respect skill beautiful voice songwriting different-perspective underdog graceful
If a man cannot understand the beauty of life, it is probably because life never understood the beauty in him.
Criss JamiTag: pain compassion humanity solitude sadness loneliness understanding alone adversity beautiful hardship misunderstanding difficulties finding-oneself
The snow was endless, a heavy blanket on the outdoors; it had a way about it. A beauty. But I knew that, like many things, beauty could be deceiving.
Cambria HebertFear that I was very different from everyone else. Fear that deep down inside I was a shallow fraud, that after the revolution or after Jesus came down to straighten everything out, everyone from hippies to hard-hats would unfold and blossom into the beautiful people they were while I would remain a gnarled little wart in the corner, oozing bile and giving off putrid smells.
Mark VonnegutTag: fear people shallow beautiful fake
At a time when she was engaged to Stilton Cheesewright, I remember recording in the archives that she was tall and willowy with a terrific profile and luxuriant platinum blond-hair, the sort of girl who might, as far as looks were concerned, have been the star unit of the harem of one of the better-class sultans.
P.G. WodehouseTag: woman looks beautiful harem
I go out on the porch and gaze up at the stars twinkling above, the random scattering of millions of stars. Even in a planetarium you wouldn't find as many. Some of them really look big and distinct, like if you reached your hand out intently you could touch them. The whole thing is breathtaking. Not just beautiful though--the stars like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me. What I've done up till now, what I'm going to do--they know it all. Nothing gets past their watchful eyes. As I sit there under the shining night sky, again a violent fear takes hold of me. My heart's pounding a mile a minute, and I can barely breathe. All these millions of stars looking down on me, and I've never given them more than a passing thought before. Bot just stars--how many other things haven't I noticed in the world, things I know nothing about? I suddenly feel helpless, completely powerless. And I know I'll never outrun that awful feeling. (135)
Haruki MurakamiThe Beautiful is always strange.
Charles BaudelaireTell me again about the girl whose hands
have no color. Whose hands are completely
white. This time make them damned, or
untouched, or have her open a red umbrella
or point at some maple leaves and damned
near cry. Those hands. As freakish goes,
I wish I had a tail. Maybe then you’d know
how much I like you. It shakes me through,
damn through. It shakes me. When she carries
a peacock feather. When she touches her neck
or thighs. You’re a person. It’s not so bad.
You have hands. You are a person with hands
to hold things. Things you like. Tremendous
things. Tell me what you will hold today. I
know there is room for everything. There is no
need to be ceremonious. Tell what gets let go.
Tag: love beauty lust hands girl beautiful white red hold grasp everybody-has-hands-almost
The houses have been condemned on Memory Lane
I’m tired of this struggle that leaves everything the same
I’ve tried so hard to make it work
that I’m dying inside
Well, you can take my past
But you can’t have my tomorrow
Promises that remain promises are useless and they’re cheap
I wish I could put a price on words so I could make them keep
I put so much faith in you
I lost all my faith in me
Well, you can take my past
But you can’t have my tomorrow
I’m giving up on giving up
I can’t leave it all to prayer
‘Cause the first step in getting better
is knowing what’s not there
You said you’d make it better
and that just makes it worse
Well, you can take my past
But you can’t have my tomorrow
Yes, I want my life to last
So you can’t have my tomorrow
No, you can’t have my tomorrow
Tag: inspirational music lyrics song honest beautiful
Love doesn’t have to be on Valentine’s Day. It doesn’t have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn’t have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesn’t have to be kismet at once, or rhapsody by the third day.
It just has to be. In time. In place. In spirt.
It just has to be.
Tag: life inspirational love relationships beautiful
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