Do not cry for losing blood. Not for something you love.
Here’s the thing,” he said. “People see me as a bridge. I’m not as alive as I used to be, but I’m not yet dead. I’m sort of... in-between.
Man searches for courage in drink, but it is not courage that he finds, it is fear that he loses. A drunken man may step off a cliff. That does not make him brave, just forgetful.
You’re not getting it,” Eddie gently replied. “I needed to save you. It let me make up for the life I took. That’s how salvation works. The wrongs we do open doors to do right.
Don’t be sorry. You’re alive.
Do you know what causes wind? High pressure meeting low pressure. Warm meeting cold. Change. Change causes wind. and the bigger the change, the stronger the wind blows.
No story sits by itself. Our lives connect like threads on a loom, interwoven in ways we never realise.
Remember this, Francisco,” he said. “The secret is not to make your music louder, but to make the world quieter.
What is the reason?′ ‘Finish your journey and you will know.
That is often why you come to music, isn’t it? To feel that you are not alone?
I snicker, but the idea is momentarily appealing. Part of me is scared of leaving school. Part of me wants to go desperately. Tension of opposites.
I was so ashamed. It made me hard on you, when I was trying to be hard on me. We are blinded by our regrets, Annie. We don’t realize who else we punish while we’re punishing ourselves.
Loss is as old as life itself. But for all our evolution, we are yet to accept it.
Look. I know what I believe. It’s in my soul. But I constantly tell our people: you should be convinced of the authenticity of what you have, but you must also be humble enough to say that we don’t know everything. And since we don’t know everything, we must accept that another person may believe something else.
Silence enhances music. What you do not play can sweeten what you do. But it is not the same with words. What you do not say can haunt you.
There are many kinds of selfishness in this world, but the most selfish is hoarding time, because none of us know how much we have, and it is an affront to God to assume there will be more.
Sunflowers waiting for the sunshine. Violets just waiting for dew. Bees just waiting for honey And honey, I’m just waiting for you!
Why humans kill each other is beyond my comprehension, but I can testify that you have been doing it since your inception. Only the weapons change.
What we carry defines who we are and the effort we make is our legacy.
One must indeed test the strings to this life, bounce the bow, wet the mouthpiece, prepare for the deeper music that follows.