The soul’s longing is founded in hope, even if it is an unarticulated aspiration. Still it is a hope that comes from a realization that the way ahead is open and replete with potential and pertinence.
— La Vie Graphite
You can take my body
You can take my bones
You can take my blood
But not my soul
— Rhiannon Giddens (At the Purchaser's Option)
He told me I belong in a churchyard
— AURORA (Churchyard)
People claim they're in your corner, but leave you when times of need
They don't listen, do they? (What?) They don't listen to anything
— NF (PAID MY DUES)
A hurtful act is the transference to others of the degradation which we bear in ourselves.
— Simone Weil