Quotes from Jeff Buckley

The beauty of God is in the wind, in the movement of the ocean, it is in the eyes of a woman gazing at her lover, pouring the deep red wine of love from her eyes like two crystal cups. There is a God who dances and who loves and who longs to sing of love...And I mean that God is music; all inclusive, benevolent and life-affirming, unashamed human emotion.

And what I want people to get from music? Whatever they want. You know, whatever they like. Somebody asked me what I wanted to do, and I just said I wanted to give back to what it's given me. And meet all the people that are doing it; just to be in the world, really.

Fall in light, grow in light.

Be seriously involved with growing, with your own development, and never fear.

I'll rise like an ember in your name.

My body turns and yearns for a sleep That won't ever come It's never over, My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder It's never over, all my riches for her smiles When I slept so soft against her It's never over, All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter It's never over, She is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Escape is no longer called for or even especially healthy. Escape from life is death.

There is no threat to you in the paper, or in the pen, there's no threat in your creation, they welcome you.

You know how much is inside you and you have ideas of how to get it out into the open. Tap the source and let it flow and don't waste a drop by taking it for granted.

Aptal olma, o senin için ilk gördüÄŸün andan itibaren bir kalp aÄŸr?s?yd?...

My left hand trembling cut the flesh of my calves to drain the fear from my walk

Grace is what matters in anything - especially life, especially growth, tragedy, pain, love, death. That's a quality that I admire very greatly. It keeps you from reaching out for the gun too quickly. It keeps you from destroying things too foolishly. It sort of keeps you alive.

In my early shows, I wanted to put myself through a new childhood, disintegrating my whole identity to let the real one emerge.

Kiss me, please kiss me But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation You know it makes me so angry 'cause i know that in time I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye.

I've always felt that the quality of the voice is where the real content of a song lies. Words only suggest an experience, but the voice is that experience.

Be the best. No negativity. No weakness. No acquiescence to fear or disaster. No errors of ignorance. No evasion to reality

Mon amour à toi toujours Dans tes grands yeux rien que nous deux