“I think I don't sing as hard as I used to sing. I used to kind of hit the accelerator a lot back in my youth, but now it's just being able to control it, and not work it so hard and use more of an emotional or sub textual kind of approach to singing.” ThinkingKindHardUseAbleUsedYouthEmotionalApproachSingingWorking ItJust Being Author:K. D. Lang
“The idea, shared by many, that life is a vale of tears, is just as false as the idea shared by the great majority, the idea to which youth and health and riches incline you, that life is a place of entertainment. Life is a place of service, and in that service one has to suffer a great deal that is hard to bear, but more often to experience a great deal of joy. But that joy can be real only if people look upon their life as a service, and have a definite object in life outside themselves and their personal happiness.” PeopleIfsLooksIdeasRealHardLife IsJoySufferingDealsObjectsYouthTearsBearsMajorityEntertainmentRichesLook UpBeing RealDefiniteInclinePersonal Happiness Author:Leo Tolstoy
“Hard are life's early steps; and but that youth is buoyant, confident, and strong in hope, men would behold its threshold, and despair.” MenHardStrongStepsYouthDespairThreshold Book:Ethel Churchill: Or, The Two Brides Source: Ethel Churchill: Or, The Two Brides
“The busy chatter of the heat Shrilled like a parakeet; And shuddering at the noonday light The dust lay dead and white As powder on a mummy's face, Or fawned with simian grace Round booths with many a hard bright toy And wooden brittle joy: The cap and bells of Time the Clown That, jangling, whistled down Young cherubs hidden in the guise Of every bird that flies; And star-bright masks for youth to wear, Lest any dream that fare Bright pilgrim past our ken, should see Hints of Reality.” ShouldHardDreamRealityLightPastFacesYoungJoyStarsWhiteGraceYouthBirdLaysRoundsBusyDustHeatMaskBellsToysClownHintsCapsPilgrimPowderGuiseChatterMummyShudderingCherubsParakeets Book:The canticle of the rose: poems: 1917-1949 Source: The canticle of the rose: poems: 1917-1949