Day 4905: Favorite Lines

Last night, I asked a question on social media about favorite lines.

.

Do you see more favorite lines in my other images for today?

.

When I search for favorite lines on YouTube, I find this:

.

… and this:

.

One of my favorite lines is Thank You!

Categories: Music, personal growth, photojournalism | Tags: , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

Post navigation

6 thoughts on “Day 4905: Favorite Lines”

  1. barbarade33afcfd8

    Last night I shared a few lines from one of my favorite songs, “Stella Blue,” written by Robert Hunter and Jerry Garcia. Today I’ll share the whole song. It’ a hymn of hope.

    All the years combine
    They melt into a dream
    A broken angel sings
    From a guitar
    In the end there’s just a song
    Comes crying like the wind
    Through all the broken dreams
    And vanished years

    [Chorus]
    Stella blue, Stella blue

    [Verse 2]
    When all the cards are down
    There’s nothing left to see
    There’s just the pavement left
    And broken dreams
    In the end there’s still that song
    Comes crying like the wind
    Down every lonely street
    That’s ever been

    [Chorus]
    Stella blue, Stella blue

    [Bridge]
    I’ve stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel
    Can’t win for trying
    Dust off those rusty strings just
    One more time
    Going to make ’em shine (shine)

    [Verse 3]
    It all rolls into one
    And nothing comes for free
    There’s nothing you can hold
    For very long
    And when you hear that song
    Come crying like the wind
    It seems like all this life
    Was just a dream

    [Chorus]
    Stella blue, Stella blue

  2. For some reason I think Joan is thinking “You can’t roller skate in a buffalo herd but you can be happy if you’ve a mind to.”
    But seeing the children’s pictures reminded me of more than just a line:

    “My name is Angela
    I am twelve years old
    I’ve given up on working hard
    And doing as I’m told
    I see a child psychologist
    Who’s spotted in my head
    A recipe for delinquency
    Or something just as bad
    But I’ll fight
    For my independence
    I see the world in another way
    To my teachers and my parents
    My priorities are different
    And my life is not as aimless
    I am not disruptive
    I am not dangerous
    I’ve risen on purpose
    Like poetry and jazz”

  3. thanks for showing up consistently every day! I look forward to your posts!

Leave a Reply

Powered by WordPress.com.

Discover more from The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally

Subscribe now to keep reading and get access to the full archive.

Continue reading