In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
You gotta know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away, know when to run.
Whoever says that all music is prohibited, let him also claim that the songs of birds are prohibited.
It’s not those who write the laws that have the greatest impact on society. It’s those who write the songs.
Light up the darkness.
You can’t start a fire without a spark.
For all its material advantages, the sedentary life has left us edgy, unfulfilled. Even after 400 generations in villages and cities, we haven’t forgotten: The open road still softly calls like a nearly forgotten song of childhood.
I’m glad we had the times together just to laugh and sing a song, seems like we just got started and then before you know it, the times we had together were gone.
I want a storm to come and flood us into a song that no one wrote.
There is the happiness which comes from creative effort. The joy of dreaming, creating, building, whether in painting a picture, writing an epic, singing a song, composing a symphony, devising new invention, creating a vast industry.
The song is ended, but the melody lingers on...
God bless America, land that I love.
Give me songs to sing and emerald dreams to dream and I’ll give you love unfolding.
Every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words.
Instant Karma is going to get you.
Because you’re mine, I walk the line.
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
Prayer is the song of the heart. It reaches the ear of God even if it is mingled with the cry and the tumult of a thousand men.
People ask me what it’s like to hear our song on the radio. I don’t know, I don’t listen to the radio.