Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open.
Music does bring people together. It allows us to experience the same emotions. People everywhere are the same in heart and spirit. No matter what language we speak, what color we are, the form of our politics or the expression of our love and our faith, music proves: We are the same.
For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these; ‘It might have been!’
When there are lines upon my face from a lifetime of smiles, when the time comes to embrace for one long last while, we can laugh about how time really flies, we won’t say goodbye, cause true love never dies. You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes.
Because who can describe the look that triggers the memory of loved ones? Who can anticipiate the frown, the smile, or the misplaced lock of hair that sends a swift, undeniable signal from the past? Who can ever estimate the power of association, which is always strongest in moments of love and in memories of death?
Paint a rainbow inside of you, paint a rainbow, let your smile shine through. When it’s cold and gray, push the clouds away, paint a rainbow in your heart.
It's not the easiest thing to meet the friends of someone you've fallen in love with...
Although they only give gold medals in the field of athletics, I encourage everyone to look into themselves and find their own personal dream, whatever that may be--sports, medicine, whatever. The same principles apply. Turn your dream into a goal, and decide how to attack that goal systematically. Break it into bite-size chunks that seem possible--and then don't give up. Just keep plugging away.
Dreams come true; without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.
How do you document real life when real life's getting more like fiction each day?