I don't feel any pressure from fans. But I'm always in some kind of state of emotional turmoil. I would not describe myself as happy-go-lucky. That's not to say that I'm not happy.
Paul SimonRead
Who's gonna love you when your looks are gone?
Interpretation
This quote questions the depth of love and whether it can endure beyond physical appearance.
Paul Simon's quote reflects on the nature of love and attraction, emphasizing that true love should transcend physical beauty. It poses a poignant question about the sustainability of relationships based solely on looks, inviting contemplation on the qualities that make love enduring.
In practice
During a discussion on the nature of romantic relationships, one might say, 'As Paul Simon wisely questioned, whoβs gonna love you when your looks are gone?'
I don't feel any pressure from fans. But I'm always in some kind of state of emotional turmoil. I would not describe myself as happy-go-lucky. That's not to say that I'm not happy.
I sort of recognize it, as opposed to shaping it. Oh, that's a good idea, that's a good line. I wonder where I can use that. And when you get into a rhyme group like 'not,' you got a lot of rhymes, you got a lot of choices. The more you do it, the luckier you get.
I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told, and I have squandered my resistance, for a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises. All lies in jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...
I don't believe what the papers are saying They're just out to capture my dime, Exaggerating this, exaggerating that.
Improvisation is too good to leave to chance.
Music is forever; music should grow and mature with you, following you right on up until you die.
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her
Then all this became history. Your hand found mine. Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot. Oh, my carpenter, the fingers are rebuilt. They dance with yours.
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
It was nice - in the dark and the quiet... and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.
Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it.
If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd
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