“The thing about being an artist is that you evolve so quickly, you grow, you learn, you change, you find yourself hating work that you made months prior. That's the hard part about making an album, but every couple days I fall asleep listening to my album front to back and I lay there feeling so proud of what I did.” MadeHardFeelingsArtistHateFallGrowsFrontsListeningMonthsProudCoupleLaysAlbumsEvolveFinding YourselfBeing An Artist Author:Halsey
“Dialogue is a space where we may see the assumptions which lay beneath the surface of our thoughts, assumptions which drive us, assumptions around which we build organizations, create economies, form nations and religions. These assumptions become habitual, mental habits that drive us, confuse us and prevent our responding intelligently to the challenges we face every day.” MayFacesFormNationsUnderstandingChallengesSpaceEconomyListeningHabitEmpathyOrganizationLaysSurfaceDialogueAssumptionOur ThoughtsRespondingHabitualBeneath The SurfaceChallenges We Face Author:David Bohm
“When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, "What are days of auld lang syne, Pa?" "They are the days of a long time ago, Laura," Pa said. "Go to sleep, now." But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa's fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods,… She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.” LittlesLongSaidBigsHouseSoundSleepWindListeningLong TimeSingingLonelyLaysForgottenWoodsGladAwakeLong Time AgoGoing To SleepCozyFiddleLauraLittle House On The Prairie Book:Little House in the Big Woods Source: Little House in the Big Woods
“They lay listening. Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. What if it doesn't fire? It has to fire. What if it doesn't fire? Could you crush that beloved skull with a rock? Is there such a being within you of which you know nothing? Can there be? Hold him in your arms. Just so. The soul is quick. Pull him toward you. Kiss him. Quickly.” IfsKnowsSoulDiesFireRocksArmsListeningKissingLaysBelovedCurseCrushWhat IfWithin YouSkulls Author:Cormac McCarthy
“The god of dirt came up to me many times and said so many wise and delectable things, I lay on the grass listening to his dog voice, frog voice; now, he said, and now, and never once mentioned forever from, One or Two Things” SaidTwoVoiceForeverWiseDogListeningLaysGrassTwo ThingsDirtFrogsDelectable Book:Dream Work Source: Dream Work
“He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone.” IfsWorldHeartWaterSilenceAirWindListeningColdMy HeartLateStonesBreathsLaysWoodsVoidAshesTremblingBleakBedrock Book:The Road Source: The Road
“He lay face down, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself.” FacesSilenceListeningLays Author:J. K. Rowling