When the uncreative tell the creative what to do, it stops being art.
Tony BennettRead
Someday, when I'm awfully low, and the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you, and the way you look tonight.
Interpretation
The quote expresses how memories of a loved one provide warmth and comfort during difficult times.
In this quote, Tony Bennett reflects on the profound impact that a loved one has on his emotional state. He suggests that even in moments of sadness and coldness in the world, the mere thought of the person he cares about brings him solace and a sense of warmth. This highlights the power of love and connection to uplift the spirit, demonstrating how love can act as a beacon of light during dark times.
In practice
During a wedding speech to express love and appreciation for the partner.
When the uncreative tell the creative what to do, it stops being art.
I lived for 15 years in Los Angeles, and I still can't believe that the handsomest man in the world, Cary Grant, and the greatest performer in the world, Fred Astaire, and Johnny Carson, one after another - they were all in my home at different times. I celebrated my 50th birthday with them. Unforgettable.
My goal as a creative person is to express truth and beauty in whatever I do
If you follow your passion, you'll never work a day in your life.
To me, life is a gift, and it's a blessing to just be alive. And each person should learn what a gift it is to be alive no matter how tough things get.
That song helped make me a world citizen. It allowed me to live, work and sing in any city on the globe. It changed my whole life.
For was that all, she thought bleakly, that love ever was? Something that saved one from loneliness? A sort of insurance policy against not counting?
I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.
In that book which is my memory, On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you, Appear the words, βHere begins a new lifeβ.
I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.
He did not consider if or how or why he loved them. They were just love: they were the first evidence he ever had of love, and they would be the last confirmation of love when everything else fell away.
just like a murderer jumps of nowhere in an ally, love jumped out in front of us and struck us both at once
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