Quotations About / On:
Love Songs Now: Fewer broken hearts, more sexual misery.
(Mason Cooley (b. 1927), U.S. aphorist. City Aphorisms, Third Selection, New York (1986).)
I suppose any note, no matter how sour, sounds like a song if you hold onto it long enough.
(Dewitt Bodeen (1908-1988), U.S. screenwriter, Gunther V. Fritsch, and Robert Wise. Mrs. Reed (Jane Randolph), The Curse of the Cat People (1944).
Talking to her daughter.)
And she, after swan-like singing her last and dying song, lies beside him, her lover.
(Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. Agamemnon, l. 1444.)
Let me make the superstitions of a nation and I care not who makes its laws or its songs either.
(Mark Twain [Samuel Langhorne Clemens] (1835-1910), U.S. author. "Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar," ch. 51, Following the Equator (1897).)
You can cage the singer but not the song.
(Harry Belafonte (b. 1927), U.S. singer, civil rights activist. International Herald Tribune (Paris, Oct. 3, 1988).
On the arts in South Africa.)
We're buying this, but why do you sing the same sad songs all women sing?
(Katharine S. White (1892-1977), U.S. editor and book reviewer. As quoted in Onward and Upward, Prologue, by Linda H. Davis (1986).
White, Fiction Editor of the New York Times, sent this note to Phyllis McGinley in the 1940s, along with a check, when buying a skillful, but conventional, story she had submitted. According to McGinley's daughter, she later said "repeatedly" that this had "changed the direction of her whole career.")
Some of us prefer Austrian voices risen in song to ugly German threats.
(Ernest Lehman (b. 1920), U.S. screenwriter. Captain Von Trapp (Christopher Plummer), The Sound of Music, to Herr Zeller (1965).)
He has the prettiest love-songs for maids, so without bawdry, which is strange.
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Servant, in The Winter's Tale, act 4, sc. 4, l. 193-4.
On Autolycus, who is peddling ballads.)
I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.
(Alexander Smith (1830-1867), Scottish poet. Dreamthorp, "Men of Letters," (1863).)
In each of us there is a poem and a song. For most, a poem that will never be written and a song that will never be sung
(I am very grateful for poemhunter.com for allowing everyday people to express their themselves through poetry.)