Quotations About / On:
Writing, madam, 's a mechanic part of wit! A gentleman should never go beyond a song or a billet.
(George Etherege (1635-1691), British dramatist, diplomat. Sir Fopling, in The Man of Mode, act 4, sc. 1 (1676).)
One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.
(Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749-1832), German poet, dramatist. Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship, bk. 5, ch. 1 (1795-1796), trans. by Thomas Carlyle.)
Every day one should at least listen to a little song, read a good poem, look at a fine painting, and, if possible, say a few reasonable words.
(Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749-1832), German poet, dramatist. Serlo, in Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship, bk. V, ch. 1 (1795-1796).)
Every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words.
(Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749-1832), German poet, dramatist. Serlo, in Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship, bk. 5, ch. 1 (1795-1796), trans. by Thomas Carlyle.)
Let thy song be love. This love will undo us all.
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Helen, in Troilus and Cressida, act 3, sc. 1, l. 110-11.
Calling on Pandarus to sing; "undo" = ruin.)
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.)
Commercial to the core, Elvis was the kind of singer dear to the heart of the music business. For him to sing a song was to sell a song. His G clef was a dollar sign.
(Albert Goldman (b. 1927), U.S. author, critic. Elvis, ch. 14 (1981).)
The screech and mechanical uproar of the big city turns the citified head, fills citified earsas the song of birds, wind in the trees, animal cries, or as the voices and songs of his loved ones once filled his heart. He is sidewalk- happy.
(Frank Lloyd Wright (1869-1959), U.S. architect. "Earth," pt. 1, The Living City (1958).)
“Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.”
(― Rabindranath Tagore)
Sing the songs of 'peace and love'! Sharing your pains in life. Hoping for a better tomorrow.