Aretha with no goals, eternally single & one step soft of heaven/ let it be understood that she owns this melody along with her emotional diplomats & her earth & her musical secrets
Bob DylanRead
and if anybody asks me is it easy to forget I'll say it is easily done, you just pick anyone, and pretend that you never have met
Interpretation
Forgetting someone can be as simple as choosing to ignore the memory of them.
This quote by Bob Dylan suggests that forgetting someone who was once significant in your life can be approached with a sense of simplicity, almost suggesting a level of detachment. It implies that by deciding to act as if the person never existed, one can emotionally distance themselves from the past, highlighting the complexity and ease that comes with managing human relationships and memories.
In practice
In a discussion about coping with breakups, this quote could provide insight into emotional healing.
Aretha with no goals, eternally single & one step soft of heaven/ let it be understood that she owns this melody along with her emotional diplomats & her earth & her musical secrets
If I wasn't Bob Dylan, I'd probably think that Bob Dylan has a lot of answers myself.
Some formulas are too complex and I don't want anything to do with them.
I'm the oldest son of a crazy man, I'm in a cowboy band.
My songs are personal music, they're not communal. I wouldn't want people singing along with me. It would sound funny. I'm not playing campfire meetings. I don't remember anyone singing along with Elvis, Carl Perkins or Little Richard.
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes. You'd know what a drag it is to see you.
A little girl came home from school with a drawing she'd made in class.She danced into the kitchen ,where her mother was preparing dinner. "Mom,guess what ?" she squealed waving the drawing . her mother never looked up. "what"? she said ,tending to the pots. "guess what?" the child repeated ,waving the drawings. "what?" the mother said , tending to the plates. "Mom, you're not listening" "sweetie,yes I am" "Mom" the child said "you're not listening with your EYES
She gathers my half of the blankets around her and curls up against the wall. She will sleep for hours more, dreaming endless landscapes and novas of colour both gorgeous and frightening. If I stayed she would wake up and describe them to me. All the mad plot twists and surrealist imagery, so vivid to her while so meaningless to me. There was a time when I treasured listening to her, when I found the commotion in her soul bitter-sweet and lovely, but I can no longer bear it.
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Authors like cats because they are such quiet, lovable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons.
The women of Afghanistan have a voice, and it needs to be heard and not forgotten.
Friends are generally of the same sex, for when men and women agree, it is only in the conclusions; their reasons are always different.
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