Lyrics Quotes

Are we etched in stone or just scratched in the sand Waiting for the waves to come and reclaim the land?tightrope - stone roses

I'm a wanderessI'm a one night standDon't belong to no cityDon't belong to no man(Note: These lyrics were inspired by Roman Payne's quote from his novel "The Wanderess".)

Halsey

We are nothing but shadows Fading away Trying to hold on to This bittersweet life That we call our own...

Which one of us, went and fucked up?

He'd like you to join the club that likes to saythere's no such thing as love ...

I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl,From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl,I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl,But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl,It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child,It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a whileShe holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her handI’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had.

Maggie Stiefvater

You only get one go at it... might as well Rock it.

We're so happy, even when we're smiling out of fear.

Lorde

I've finally decided to write about profit for a changeBut before I really started I already started to feel lameBaby what's it to a beast who manely to money remains untamed

If you're not creating, you're disintegrating.

I won't forget when I couldn't go to bed with the lights offWhen I heard that voice call me in for the nightI remember when love was just a word and not a fightAll I had to worry about were broken bones and being left alone

I was wasting my life, always thinking about myself.

Morrissey

Millions cheer the warriorspilling blood across the ringwhile the one who stands for peaceis ridiculed and shamed.Must hearts forever sufferfrom ignorance and greed?Can bombs heal our soulsor set our spirits free?

Aberjhani

Pay to go inside Neruda's homeA body lies there with no dome.But right there in the front hallLean a fairy against the icy wall.Oh Endless enigmas had the bard!Nice and large and calm backyardEnds In the middle of a rare roomRare portrait of revelishing gloom.Up climbing at the weird snail stairDoes make you grasp for some air.And there's a room with bric-a-brac:Old and precious books all in a pack.Dare saying what I liked most of all?Enjoyed seeing visitors having a ball!

Ana Claudia Antunes

There have been times I've felt so much art in my soul I grew sick of artists.

Anger's like a battery that leaks acid right out of meAnd it starts from the heart 'til it reaches my outer me

I think there is a song out there to describe just about any situation.