I don't look at a knife the way I used to. I'm more aware of what it is. I think twice. This is a key finger. It's in every chord.
Neil YoungRead
Holding back is so close to stealing.
Interpretation
Withholding one's true feelings or potential is akin to taking away opportunities from others.
This quote by Neil Young suggests that not expressing oneself or holding back one's talents and ideas is morally similar to stealing. It emphasizes the importance of being open and authentic, as failing to do so can prevent other people from benefiting from the true value of our contributions, whether they be emotional, artistic, or intellectual.
In practice
During a motivational speech, to encourage people to pursue their passions.
I don't look at a knife the way I used to. I'm more aware of what it is. I think twice. This is a key finger. It's in every chord.
I don't force it. If you don't have an idea and you don't hear anything going over and over in your head, don't sit down and try to write a song. You know, go mow the lawn...My songs speak for themselves.
In a Ramada Inn near the grapevine, they stop to rest for the night. Traveling down south, looking for good times. Visiting old friends feels right.
Link Wray... He was the beginning of Grunge, way before anybody you know.
I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying in the yellow haze of the sun. There were children crying and colors flying all around the chosen ones.
It's better to burn out, than to fade away.
It is said that those whom the gods wish to destroy they first make mad. It may well be that a war neurosis stirred up by propaganda of fear and hatred is the prelude to destruction.
In the end, we are our choices.
My hope is to create spaces where people of all stripes can come together and speak at a lower decibel level. We make more sense that way. We sound more like our real selves that way.
The Yogi conquers the body by the practice of asanas, making the body a fit vehicle for the spirit. The Yogi knows that it is a necessary vehicle for the spirit, for a soul without a body is like a bird deprived of its power to fly.
As I go clowning my sentimental way into eternity, wrestling with all my problems of estrangement and communion, sincerity and simulation, ambition and acquiescence, I shuttle between worrying whether I matter at all and whether anything else matters but me.
Your past is your shadow. It has form but no substance, except in the places you allow it to touch you. (
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