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«Does not the very word 'creative' mean to build, to initiate, to give out, to act - rather than to be acted upon, to be subjective? Living photography is positive in its approach, it sings a song of life - not death.»
Author: Berenice Abbott
(Photographer)
| Keywords:
acted, give out, initiate, initiated, initiating, photography, sings, subjective
«A friend knows the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.»
Author: Donna Roberts
| About:
Friends,
Friendship
| Keywords:
by memory, fails, for a song, Friend, knows, memory, sings, Sing Sing, song, Song of the
«Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.»
Author: Plato
(Philosopher)
| About:
Love
| Keywords:
another, back, becomes, for a song, get in touch, incomplete, lover, poet, sing, sings, song, Song of the, The Touch, The Whisper, touch, touch on, touch up, whispers, wish
«A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.»
Author: Maya Angelou
(Poet)
| About:
Singers and singing
| Keywords:
answer, bird, has a, sing, sings, song
«A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds»
Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
(Poet)
| About:
Poets
| Keywords:
cheer, in darkness, nightingale, nightingales, poet, sings, sits, sounds
«Be like the bird that, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings.»
«But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully.»