Quote for Today: Stephen Carpenter
People always talk about how hard it can be to remember things – where they left their keys, or the name of an acquaintance – but no one ever …
People always talk about how hard it can be to remember things – where they left their keys, or the name of an acquaintance – but no one ever …
I’m convinced that the world, more than ever, needs the music only you can make. And if it takes extra courage to keep playing in spite of your loss, many …
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, …
Every child likes to take a pencil to make a mark. Everybody makes beautiful things when they are three, four, or five years old. Most people lose that spontaneity; I …
What angers me is the loss of control. At any moment someone could come to me, be dressed the right way and use the right code, and I no longer …
Nothing that grieves us can be called little: by the eternal laws of proportion a child’s loss of a doll and a king’s loss of a crown are events of the same …
When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land; they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? …
This is quite simply one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard. If you are familiar with Portuguese fado, you are aware of the passion, powerful voice and …
Jean Stapleton may be remembered as the dingy but long-suffering Edith Bunker, possessing a voice that could scratch glass in the rendition of Those Were the Days that opened the Archie Bunker …
How strange when an illusion dies. It’s as though you’ve lost a child. ― Judy Garland
