I can’t just choose one! Day 3 Blog challenge

It’s unfair to expect me to just choose one quote. And besides, they don’t specify what type of quote so I’m going to give you three different types.

 

Favourite quote from a poem:

“Do not go gentle into that good night,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

-Dylan Thomas

Favourite quote from a book:

“You can’t pray a lie”

– Huck Finn, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn  by Mark Twain.

Quote within context:

“So I kneeled down. But the words wouldn’t come. Why wouldn’t they? It warn’t no use to try and hide it from Him. Nor from me, neither. I knowed very well why they wouldn’t come. It was because my heart warn’t right; it was because I warn’t square; it was because I was playing double. I was letting on to give up sin, but away inside of me I was holding on to the biggest one of all…but deep down in me I knowed it was a lie – and He knowed it. You can’t pray a lie.”

Favourite quote of what someone said (I paraphrased it a little):

“God: I am. Right here. Right now. Don’t worry. Don’t live in fear. Trust Me.”

– Joyce Meyer

How do you translate music into words?

I’ve decided to work this whole week on writing. Mostly I hope to find something that I can use for an Afrikaans short story competition.  This is some of what I’ve written today:

How do you translate music into words?

I will try:

Mysterious. Whimsical. Murderers. Killing my heart with notes. Notes stamped into my mind. My fingers following the notes on the imaginary piano. Determined to be heard. Determined not to be forgotten.

Coaxing you to feel despair, happiness, heart break, anger and nonchalance all at the same time. To be in love for the first time… that is how music speaks to me.

If only we could share what we’re thinking or feeling when listening to music…

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To be forever trapped in a door-less tower. Playing with instinct and love and fear. Like two lovers learning of each other’s existence for the very first time.

I’m listening to the soundtrack of The Piano. Jodie Foster plays the character that is deaf and can’t talk. She communicates through her music; by playing the piano.

The fear of never being discovered. Living without a purpose and just disappearing into the night (Do not go gentle into that goodnight – Dylan Thomas)

That is my biggest fear.

Do we risk it? Or forever remain silent?