Quotes on If I Could

Everybody was wearing rhinestones, all those sparkly clothes, and cowboy boots. I decided to wear a black shirt and pants and see if I could get by with it. I did and I've worn black clothes ever since.

If I could only write, I'd write a nasty letter to the mayor, if he could only read.

in a middle of a room stands a suicide sniffing a Paper rose smiling to a self "somewhere it is Spring and sometimes people are in real:imagine somewhere real flowers,but I can't imagine real flowers for if I could,they would somehow not Be real" (so he smiles smiling)"but I will not everywhere be real to you in a moment" The is blond with small hands "& everything is easier than I had guessed everything would be;even remembering the way who looked at whom first,anyhow dancing

I am so beautiful, sometimes people weep when they see me. And it has nothing to do with what I look like really, it is just that I gave myself the power to say that I am beautiful, and if I could do that, maybe there is hope for them too. And the great divide between the beautiful and the ugly will cease to be. Because we are all what we choose.

If I could go back in time and see any band, It would be Link Wray and the Raymen.

I would give no thought of what the world might say of me, if I could only transmit to posterity the reputation of an honest man.

In politics I am growing indifferent - I would like it, if I could now return to my planting and books at home

if i could be assured of your destruction, i would in the interest of the public, cheerfully accept my death.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. It took seven languages to make me; it would be nice if I could have spoken just one.

If I could not be persuaded into doing what I thought wrong, I never will be tricked into it.

If I could explain it to the average person, I wouldn't have been worth the Nobel Prize.

I have this feeling that if I could sort out what's on my dining room table, everything would fall into place.

If I could make anything disappear, it would be hate.

If I could say with words what my dances express, I wouldn’t have a reason to dance.

If I could live as a tree, as a river, as the moon, as the sun, as a star, as the earth, as a rock, I would. ...Writing permits me to experience life as any number of strange creations.

Well, yes. I believe that children's souls are the inheritors of historical memory from previous generations. It's just that as they grow older and experience the everyday world that memory sinks lower and lower. I feel I need to make a film that reaches down to that level. If I could do that I would die happy.

If I could express the same thing with words as with music, I would, of course, use a verbal expression. Music is something autonomous and much richer. Music begins where the possibilities of language end. That is why I write music.

I have wished a bird would fly away, _x000D_ And not sing by my house all day; _x000D_ Have clapped my hands at him from the door _x000D_ When it seemed as if I could bear no more. _x000D_ The fault must partly have been in me. _x000D_ The bird was not to blame for his key. _x000D_ And of course there must be something wrong _x000D_ In wanting to silence any song.

My entire delight was in observing without being myself noticed,- if I could have been invisible, all the better. . . to be in the midst of it, and rejoice and wonder at it, and help it if I could, - happier if it needed no help of mine, - this was the essential love of Nature in me, this the root of all that I have usefully become, and the light of all that I have rightly learned.

O Lord, if I could fly to my people and tell them of your goodness at the top of my voice, oh how many souls would be won!

If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'