#electric

Every time the wind blows I think of her. I wonder if I could generate electricity off my yearning. Maybe a mind wind farm of some kind. Hopefully I could provide enough power for all the lonely people in my bathtub to stay warm. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#electricity #funny #humor #lonely #power

There is a force more powerful than steam and electricity: the will. ↗

— Fernán Caballero

#force #inspirational #power #steam #will

Any director, if you really ask them, will tell you that the toughest thing to do is like a dinner table or a dialogue scene, because you need to keep that electricity maintained throughout the course of the film. ↗

— Gary Ross

#ask #because #course #dialogue #dinner

I compare the Twist to the electric light, The Twist is me, and I'm it. I'm the electric light. ↗

— Chubby Checker

#electric #electric light #i #light #me

You know it as soon as you walk in Yankee Stadium. The electricity is there every time, every day. ↗

— Nomar Garciaparra

#electricity #every #every day #every time #know

That's the key: get the constitution in place. Get rule of law in place, capital will come, electricity will follow. ↗

— Steve King

#come #constitution #electricity #follow #get

The utility model of computing - computing resources delivered over the network in much the same way that electricity or telephone service reaches our homes and offices today - makes more sense than ever. ↗

— Scott McNealy

#delivered #electricity #ever #homes #makes

I've just been recording mostly acoustic stuff, drums, and sax, and electric guitar. I'm just still writing songs and what not. ↗

— Phillip Phillips

#been #drums #electric #electric guitar #guitar

I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough, To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough, To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough, To pass among them, or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment—what is this, then? I do not ask any more delight—I swim in it, as in a sea. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#beauty

I was ten when I heard the music that ended the first phase of my life and cast me hurtling into a new horizon. Drenched to the skin, I stood on Dunoon’s pier peering seawards through diagonal rain, looking for the ferry that would take me home. There, on the everwet west coast of Scotland, I heard it: like sonic scalpels, the sounds of electric guitars sliced through the dreich weather. My body hairs pricked up, each one a willing receiver for the Thunder-God grooves. To my young ears, the sound of these amplified guitars was angelic (although, with hindsight, I don’t suppose angels play Gibson guitars at ear-bleeding volume). A voice that suggested vocal chords of polished silver soared alongside razor-sharp overdriven riffs. I knew that I was hearing the future. ↗

— Mark Rice

#heavy-metal #mark-rice #metallic-dreams #rite-of-passage #rock-music