“I opened the doors of my heart. And behold, There was music within and a song, And echoes did feed on the sweetness, repeating it long. I opened the doors of my heart. And behold, There was music that played itself out in aeolian notes: Then was heard, as a far-away bell at long intervals tolled.” HeartLongHappinessSongDoorsHeardMy HeartNotesBellsFar AwayEchoesSweetnessIntervals Book:The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow Source: The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow
“I always thought my days spent in darkness [as a child she had cataracts and was unable to see for nearly four years] gave me a very special sensitivity. Much later, when I really wanted to hear, really 'see' a song, I'd close my eyes, and when I wanted to bring it out of the very depths of myself, out of my guts, out of my belly, when the song had to come from far away, I'd close my eyes.” YearsChildrenEyeWantedSongDarknessFourSpecialDepthGutsFour YearsFar AwaySensitivityBelly Author:Edith Piaf
“I get tired of the same albums, the same look and singing the same songs. When I get bored I paint, I plant trees and just do something different. I get far away from singing.” LooksDifferentSongTreeSingingTiredPlantPaintAlbumsBoredFar AwayPlant A Tree Author:Jason Mraz