Posted 2 months ago with 688 notes #Jeff Buckley #Quotes #Music
“My favorite kind of music is the stuff that stops time. You put something on to sit there and let an experience go through you.”
—Jeff Buckley (via jeffbuckleyforever)

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“Waiting for a War” by The Morning Benders
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typewrittenword:

“Waiting for a War” by The Morning Benders

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“Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?”
—Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via soboku)
Posted 3 months ago with 2734 notes #Quotes #truth #music #leo tolstoy
“Music makes me forget my real situation. It transports me into a state which is not my own. Under the influence of music I really seem to feel what I do not feel, to understand what I do not understand, to have powers which I cannot have. Music seems to me to act like yawning or laughter; I have no desire to sleep, but I yawn when I see others yawn; with no reason to laugh, I laugh when I hear others laugh. And music transports me immediately into the condition of soul in which he who wrote the music found himself at that time.”
—Leo Tolstoy (via mirroir)

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thatpartysucked:

What came first? The music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss.

thatpartysucked:

What came first? The music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss.

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“And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they’re nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we’d be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.”
—Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via insulus)

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