Helstone North Quotes & Sayings

I knew I was going to be composing. It all makes sense in retrospect. But you don't know while you're in the process of improvising your life. — William Bolcom

There's pride on Bourbon Street for the musicians that work there. They take it very seriously. I've never worked there or played in band there, but it's a part of the city. They play for the tourists and represent a whole different side of the culture of our city. — Trombone Shorty

Hold your dreams tight, my friend. Share them with no one. And when the naysayers and the scoffers of the world aren't paying attention, spring it on them fully formed and laugh and dance while they grasp desperately for a hand-hold with which to drag you down. — Kirt J. Boyd

I became obsessed with making more and more tiny things. I think I was trying to find a way of compensating for my embarrassment at having learning difficulties: people had made me feel small so I wanted to show them how significant 'small' could be. — Willard Wigan

I've never lived my life by the expectations society puts on you. When something doesn't feel right or isn't going the way it should, I listen to my instincts and change it. — Fatima Robinson

Waking up with a bad head in the morning is difficult sometimes. — Caroline Corr

I can see no other reason for the existence of art and poetry and religion except as they tend to restore in us a freshness of vision and more emotional glamour and more vital sense of life. — Lin Yutang

Everything we knew condemned us, and our questioning condemned us most of all. Knowledge was the way of our people, and knowledge was dangerous. It was the first thing that freed you and the thing that put you in peril. It was the key to the ten gates. I saw them clearly now, each and every one, the gates that were there for me. Ashes, Bones, Grass, Heart, Stone, Love, Sorrow, Blood, Earth, Sky. — Alice Hoffman

I am here, you are there and together we live on. — Kieran Jamie Lee

In the convulsions of the commodity economy, we begin to recognize the monuments of the bourgeoisie as ruins even before they have crumbled. — Walter Benjamin