Quotes About Interlude

When I wrote 'Paradise,' it was going to be an interlude - like a segue from the song before. Then I just added more to it because everyone loved it.

Time for a little something.

I am the rest between two notes which are somehow always in discord.

Mexico was an interlude of magic between a chapter of defeats and an unturned page.

We come into the world alone. We go away the same. We're meant to spend the interlude between in closeness or so we tell ourselves. But it's a long way from the morning to the evening.

The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.

Music is a pastime, a relaxation from more serious occupations.

A child was a brief and blissful interlude of responsibility, not a thing to be owned.

After my husband died, I could not write much - I could not concentrate. I was too exhausted most of the time even to contemplate writing. But I did take notes - not for fiction, but for a journal, or diary, of this terrible time. I did not think that I would ever survive this interlude.

A forced interlude with a Corsican bandit of great charm had ended with him vowing to give up his errant life of villainy and take holy orders. He still sent me regular missives from the monastery where he devoted himself to the making of pungent cheeses.)

It has been funny and delightful, that little interlude of admiration, but of course it couldn't go on once Caroline appeared. Rose knew her place.

Once the interlude was over and I was released, I fled the room and, taking the stairs two at a time, found refuge in a dank corner of the basement filled with potatoes and mice. I stayed there until dinner, doing my best to stop crying by staring at the glowing face of my father's wristwatch.

in between. It's like the whole thing is winking at us.

Conceptually, I've always gravitated towards arrangements that weren't just presenting one idea. I like to look at my songs as having a main part, an interlude, and almost like another song at the end.

Yet conquering distance and gaining assurances that we are needed aren't exercises to be performed only once; they have to be repeated every time there's been a break -- a day away, a busy period, an evening at work -- for every interlude has the power once again to raise the question of whether or not we are still wanted.

The only living life is in the past and future - the present is an interlude - strange interlude in which we call on past and future to bear witness that we are living.

Life is the space between our things.

It is a radiant parenthesis, a poetic interlude in the prose of life.

In our erotic life work does not work…trying is always trying too hard. Eroticism is an imaginative act, and you can't measure it. We glorify efficiency and fail to recognize that the erotic space is a radiant interlude in which we luxuriate, indifferent to demands of productivity; pleasure is the only goal.

Our relationship had been intended as an interlude. And it had become an interlude. My expectations had been fulfilled. Anyone who expected anything more would have been wallowing in illusions.

It was Sunday -- not a day, but rather a gap between two other days.

We are living an entr'acte with orchestral accompaniment.

Fictions of the interlude, covering with color the apathy and idleness of our own disbelief.

There is no real ending. It's just the place where you stop the story.