Quotations About / On:
Poetry is a painted kind of romantic, but song lyrics are just a warped version of love that used to be.
Sometimes on our walk with God our steps get off beat thankful for God's song it helps us to get back in rhythm.
'Poem has its own melody like a song. A poet soul must write not to impress but to EXPRESS. '
(For You My Lord)
Who said CHH can't make love songs? CHH is all about love and its Author, homies!
(After listening to Christon Gray's 'School of Roses' album.)
This is a catastrophic universe, always; and subject to sudden reversals, upheavals, changes, cataclysms, with joy never anything but the song of substance under pressure forced into new forms and shapes.
(Doris Lessing (b. 1919), British novelist. Johor, in Shikasta, "Johor reports," p. 3, Knopf (1979).)
I have such an intense pride of sex that the triumphs of women in art, literature, oratory, science, or song rouse my enthusiasm as nothing else can.
(Elizabeth Cady Stanton (1815-1902), U.S. suffragist, author, and social reformer. Eighty Years and More (1815-1897), ch. 17 (1898).)
It is mediocrity which makes laws and sets mantraps and spring-guns in the realm of free song, saying thus far shalt thou go and no further.
(James Russell Lowell (1819-91), U.S. poet, editor. "Elizabethan Dramatists, Omitting Shakespear: John Webster," Lowell's Early Prose Writings (1902).)
The compelled mother loves her child as the caged bird sings. The song does not justify the cage nor the love the enforcement.
(Germaine Greer (b. 1939), Australian feminist writer. repr. In The Madwoman's Underclothes (1986). "Abortion," Sunday Times (London, May 21, 1972).)
Where does a man get inspiration to write a song like that? Well, he gets it from the landlady once a month.
(John Michael Hayes (b. 1919), U.S. screenwriter, and Alfred Hitchcock. Lisa Fremont (Grace Kelly) to L.B. Jeffries (James Stewart), Rear Window (1954).
Based on the short story by Cornell Woolrich.)
The Teutons have been singing the swan song ever since they entered the ranks of history. They have always confounded truth with death.
(Henry Miller (1891-1980), U.S. author. Plexus, ch. 17 (1963).
Miller was discussing Nietzsche and Spengler.)