FatherJohn Misty – When You're Smiling and Astride Me
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies, Lives in Eternity’s sunrise. —William Blake (1757–1827) “Several Questions Answered”
James Baraz • Awakening Joy: 10 Steps That Will Put You on the Road to Real Happiness
Nobody gets over anything; time doesn’t heal any wounds; if he stopped loving her today, as one of George Jones’s most famous songs has it, it’s because he’s dead. The landscape in which identity is supposed to be grounded is not solid stuff; it’s made out of memory and desire, rather than rock and soil, as are the songs.
Rebecca Solnit • A Field Guide to Getting Lost
An obvious instance is that of ordinary and happy marriage. A man and a woman cannot live together without having against each other a kind of everlasting joke. Each has discovered that the other is a fool, but a great fool.
G. K. Chesterton • The G. K. Chesterton Collection [50 Books]
You learn that the binding agent of the world is love. That’s what I want to say, not just with this record,
Nick Cave • Faith, Hope and Carnage
You need your human frailty to be at least somewhat visible if you want to connect on an emotional level—if you want things to feel real.