#pressing

I believe in using the entire piano as a single instrument capable of expressing every possible musical idea. ↗

— Oscar Peterson

#capable #entire #every #expressing #i

Right now, computers, which are supposed to be our servant, are oppressing us. ↗

— Jef Raskin

#now #oppressing #our #right #servant

I think the good old British democracy should keep scrutinising and pressing to get the truth out. ↗

— Clare Short

#democracy #get #good #i #i think

I think my playing has been orchestral throughout the years, and this is another way of expressing that. But I primarily see it as the ultimate accomplishment of a musician. Composing makes me feel like I've finally gotten all the way up the ladder as a musician. ↗

— Tony Williams

#another #another way #been #composing #expressing

A voice expressing emotion in a musical way moves on. It's like the finale of the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) - the world turns in on itself, as a universe unto itself, in the shape of one human being. ↗

— Dwight Yoakam

#emotion #expressing #finale #human #human being

He ran his fingers over the moist ends of her hair and across her face. Her eyes were wet. Jesus Christ. How many nights had he heard Lily crying. As some parents sleep through fire, thunderstorms, and voices at the back door only to wake at a child’s whisper, so Everett heard Lily crying at night. Her muffled sobs seemed to have broken his dreams for years. He had heard her even at Fort Lewis, even in Georgia, finally at Bliss. That was Lily crying in the wings whenever the priest came to tear up his mother’s grave. Lily cried in the twilight field where he picked wild poppies with Martha; Lily’s was the cry he heard those nights the kiln burned, the levee broke, the ranch went to nothing. ↗

— Joan Didion

#relationships #dreams

We must relentlessly and unyieldingly protect freedom of speech and peaceful assembly. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#freedom-of-speech #peace #freedom

Living with hope is like rubbing up against a cheese grater. It keeps taking slices off you until there's so little left you just crumble. ↗

— Catherine Austen

#depressing #humor #humor

Black is not sad. Bright colors are what depresses me. They’re so… empty. Black is poetic. How do you imagine a poet? In a bright yellow jacket? Probably not. ↗

— Ann Demeulemeester

#colors #depressing #imagination

She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#heartbreak #jealousy #love #sadness #wonder