Lebrecht Music And Arts Quotes & Sayings

It's unfortunate that women feel they have to resort to something sensational ... All the videos I see now are sexy and raunchy. What's the point? I don't get it? — Nancy Sinatra

I am the black in the book the letters on the pages that you memorize. — Owl City

And maybe that's all a ghost is, in the end. Regret, grown legs, gone walking. — Nicole Kornher-Stace

We found, before the hands of the dial had taught us the lapse of a week, that this would be something not to be endured. The sun sank lower every day behind the crags and silvery horns; the heavens grew to wear a hue of violet, almost black, and yet unbearably dazzling; as the notes of our voices fell upon the atmosphere they assumed a metallic tone, as if the air itself had become frozen from the beginning of the world and they tinkled against it; our sufferings had mounted in their intensity till they were too great to be resisted. — Harriet Prescott Spofford

By practice and conviction formed, With ancient stubbornness ingrained, Although her body clung and swarmed, My own identity remained. — Yvor Winters

The politics of the possible was being replaced by the politics of purity. — H.W. Brands

I thought I was getting better at this. I thought I was starting to make peace with being in love with a girl who despises me, but I don't think I'm so okay with it after all. Somewhere along the line I made a dark bargain with the universe without ever really being aware of it
a bargain that if I was allowed to see her, even if we never spoke, then I could live with that. And now a week without her has swallowed up all of my rational thinking. I feel like a junkie, sick for my next fix and not sure when it will come. — Holly Black

The moment the door closed behind him, Tessa was in Will's arms, her hands locked about his neck. "Oh, by the Angel," she said. "That was mortifying."
Will slid his hands into her hair and was kissing her, kissing her eyelids and her cheeks and then her mouth, quickly but with fervor and concentration, as if nothing could be more important. "Listen to you," he said. "You said 'by the angel.' Like a Shadowhunter." He kissed the side of her mouth. "I love you. God, I love you. I waited so long to say it. — Cassandra Clare