"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." (Nietzsche)

It doesnt interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing. It doesnt interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for the adventure of being alive. It doesnt interest me what planets are squaring your moon... I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow if you have been opened by lifes betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful be realistic remember the limitations of being human. It doesnt interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,Yes! It doesnt interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children. It doesnt interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesnt interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. Oriah Mountain Dreamer

..."When love is not madness, it is not love"

Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

Berthold Auerbach

Music is the shorthand of emotion.

Leo Tolstoy

Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory.

Oscar Wilde

Music is love in search of a word.

Sidney Lanier

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

Robert Browning

Without music, life would be a mistake.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

Victor Hugo

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

Aldous Huxley

Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.

- E.Y. Harburg

Music is an outburst of the soul.

-Frederick Deluis

Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman.

Ludwig Van Beethoven

There are more love songs than anything else. If songs could make you do something we'd all love one another.

Frank Zappa

it is thru music which angels speak

has a tendency to get staticky and then leads me to believe that aliens are sending subliminal messages, trying to coerce me to join them in their own lil vendetta against mankind, to buy into their belief that all of humanity sucks and so i try to just avoid the television.

i take all of that back...i DO enjoy the television. survivor, the amazing race, hoarders, intervention, hells kitchen, american idol, and other mindless programs.

What I do, you cannot do; but what you do, I cannot do. The needs are great, and none of us, including me, ever does great things. But we can all do small things, with great love, and together we can do something wonderful. -Mother Theresa

boo radley...

if for no other reason for the simple fact that he was so misunderstood

and whoever wrote this:

I am a thief who smiles and invents words to sing with animals.
I wear the hat of a thief and my wings are invisible.
I am your guardian angel, your most secret lie.
I conjure up whistles and tears for your children.
Trust me.