A Beautiful Composition Of Broken Quotes

if i could do it all again i would've loved me more instead of waiting on you

falling apart doesn't make you weak a strong heart is capable of breaking

you've been holding on to someone who no longer deserves your grip you've lost countless hours of sleep thinking about someone who doesn't deserve to be on your mind you've displayed an amazing ability to care so deeply unconditionally and you're beautiful because of that one day you'll be rewarded with a love that mirrors your own but first you must move on without the person who refuses to love you

giving off the appearance of strength while breaking down deep within and yet no one ever knows because being strong often means being silent

I could've been your everything but you didn't have the courage to love me in the way I needed

3:29:50 pm what is it that you love about him is it the way he lets you down incapable of lifting you up is it the way your heart breaks when he says something that shatters your self-esteem is it the fact he never shows up when you need him tell me again what is there to love about a man who doesn't love you

The Fight the fight to prove yourself to someone who doesn't deserve you is a losing battle what is there to achieve when the one you want has nothing to give you in return where is the benefit in going to war for someone who'd rather fight against you instead of beside you

delicate yet strong there's a certain balance that only a woman like her can obtain she knows what she deserves ]and provided anything less she'll walk away in search of more she's guarded, sure but she's ready to open up to the one who deserves her

you begin to talk like me your facial expressions like my own this is when i knew you were mine

know your worth and never communicate reply or respond to anyone who can't afford to speak to you or with you

it's scary how dedicated you can be to someone who would rather use their energy to attempt to destroy you

i'd go out and party then come home to the moon an empty home and cold bed this was no way to live i needed more

having my heart broken helped me understand the true weight of holding on to the wrong person

we discover through relationships that sometimes the person we fall for cannot comprehend the love we provide

after all, in the end. oftentimes tragedy transforms into beauty delightful things occur in the aftermath of chaos just be patient

you have been strong for so long cry if you need to scream if it helps

shades and shadows the smell of coffee beans sits in my nostrils the taste of Colombia on my tongue the pages of my favorite book between my fingers my morning bliss has just begun

sometimes the love you crave can’t be found in the person you want

i'm constantly evolving i just wish you were involved and a part of this change i've been doing this without you but i'm fine

holding on to someone who doesn't care about losing you causes you to lose yourself and self-esteem

i wish i wish for love like this a love like summer being kissed by the sun a love like winter hugged and covered with snow a love like the night being lit by the moon’s glow

so many things i need to work on so many fucking things i need to change

it's the memories the painful ones what we remember poisons the heart

loving yourself will save your soul

be with me and only me choose me always because I'll always choose you

who are you when no one is watching can i trust that person to remain loyal without my watchful eyes who are you when my back is turned can i trust that person to be honest in my absence

outgoing, introvert. she, a chameleon capable of fitting in but made to stand out an outgoing introvert if something like that could exist but even in a sea of people she still felt alone

Monday after 6. awkwardness and tension short questions met with short answers communicating without communication or comprehension no understanding we are no longer who we were before neither friend nor foe nothing, no one just two strangers who used to know one another

In this way, as it seems to me, he said: "One might make the same argument about harmony, lyre and strings, that a harmony is something invisible, without body, beautiful and divine in the attuned lyre, whereas the lyre itself and its strings are physical, bodily, composite, earthy and akin to what is mortal. Then if someone breaks the lyre, cuts or breaks the strings and then insists, using the same argument as you, that the harmony must still exist and is not destroyed because it would be impossi- ble for the lyre and the strings, which are mortal, still to exist when the strings are broken, and for the harmony, which is akin and of the same nature as the divine and immortal, to be destroyed before that which is mortal; he would say that the harmony itself still must exist and that the wood and the strings must rot before the harmony can suffer. And indeed Socrates, I think you must have this in mind, that we really do suppose the soul to be something of this kind; as the body is stretched and held together by the hot and the cold, the dry and the moist and other such things, and OUR soul is a mixture and harmony of those things when they are mixed with each other rightly and in due measure.

Coffee and a book. shades and shadows the smell of coffee beans sits in my nostrils the taste of Colombia on my tongue the pages of my favorite book between my fingers my morning bliss has just begun

The love you long for must first be cultivated on your own by yourself.

You will find your soulmate when you fall for yourself first.

It's scary how you can do so much for someone and yet they'd rather focus on what you don't do.

The first one we love is often the one to teach us about pain.

Struggling to find a love in others that I could easily cultivate on my own.

People who don't feel good about themselves are always ready to make others feel bad about themselves.

Falling apart doesn't make you weak. A strong heart is capable of breaking.

Every time you answer their call or reply to their text, you have to restart the process of moving.

Strong women only intimidate the type of men that'll never be able to comprehend or understand their worth.

I give silence to your opinions because in my opinion, you are wrong.

Soon after that, Eno briefly joined a group called the Scratch Orchestra, led by the late British avant-garde composer Cornelius Cardew. There was one Cardew piece that would be a formative experience for Eno—a piece known as “Paragraph 7,” part of a larger Cardew masterwork called The Great Learning. Explaining “Paragraph 7” could easily take up a book of its own. “Paragraph 7”’s score is designed to be performed by a group of singers, and it can be done by anyone, trained or untrained. The words are from a text by Confucius, broken up into 24 short chunks, each of which has a number. There are only a few simple rules. The number tells the singer how many times to repeat that chunk of text; an additional number tells each singer how many times to repeat it loudly or softly. Each singer chooses a note with which to sing each chunk—any note—with the caveats to not hit the same note twice in a row, and to try to match notes with a note sung by someone else in the group. Each note is held “for the length of a breath,” and each singer goes through the text at his own pace. Despite the seeming vagueness of the score’s few instructions, the piece sounds very similar—and very beautiful—each time it is performed. It starts out in discord, but rapidly and predictably resolves into a tranquil pool of sound. “Paragraph 7,” and 1960s tape loop pieces like Steve Reich’s “It’s Gonna Rain,” sparked Eno’s fascination with music that wasn’t obsessively organized from the start, but instead grew and mutated in intriguing ways from a limited set of initial constraints. “Paragraph 7” also reinforced Eno’s interest in music compositions that seemed to have the capacity to regulate themselves; the idea of a self-regulating system was at the very heart of cybernetics. Another appealing facet of “Paragraph 7” for Eno was that it was both process and product—an elegant and endlessly beguiling process that yielded a lush, calming result. Some of Cage’s pieces, and other process-driven pieces by other avant-gardists, embraced process to the point of extreme fetishism, and the resulting product could be jarring or painful to listen to. “Paragraph 7,” meanwhile, was easier on the ears—a shimmering cloud of sonics. In an essay titled “Generating and Organizing Variety in the Arts,” published in Studio International in 1976, a 28-year-old Eno connected his interest in “Paragraph 7” to his interest in cybernetics. He attempted to analyze how the design of the score’s few instructions naturally reduced the “variety” of possible inputs, leading to a remarkably consistent output. In the essay, Eno also wrote about algorithms—a cutting-edge concept for an electronic-music composer to be writing about, in an era when typewriters, not computers, were still en vogue. (In 1976, on the other side of the Atlantic, Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak were busy building a primitive personal computer in a garage that they called the Apple I.) Eno also talked about the related concept of a “heuristic,” using managerial-cybernetics champion Stafford Beer’s definition. “To use Beer’s example: If you wish to tell someone how to reach the top of a mountain that is shrouded in mist, the heuristic ‘keep going up’ will get him there,” Eno wrote. Eno connected Beer’s concept of a “heuristic” to music. Brecht’s Fluxus scores, for instance, could be described as heuristics.

strong women only intimidate the type of men that’ll never be able to comprehend or understand their worth

she refused to be anyone’s cup of tea she was more so the finest glass of whiskey

I've gone made and the library is my asylum, my peace of mind, my heaven on earth

Talking shit about others won't reduce the shit in your life.

Never apologize for saying no to the things you didn't truly want.

When I open the book, I turn off the pain.

Sometimes I hate being this aware.

If I could do it all again, I would've loved me more instead of waiting on you.

The beauty in being secure with self is that you never have to defend your ideas or your actions with people who don't matter.

If women were silent, the world would lose its voice.

Your beauty is yours. Your body is yours. You are yours. You don't exist for them.

Disliking you as much as you hate me would require an emotional commitment that you don't deserve.

sometimes you just need to be alone with yourself and the silence of solitude in order to figure everything out

you are tougher than your demons you are greater than the pain