Suzanne Farrell Quotes

I don't like feeling vulnerable. I think my mum and dad's divorce affected me more than I let on.

For most of my life, I believed that my father had broken many of my bones. They were emotional and psychological bones; things no one could see, things that caused me to limp through life clutching for and holding on to people and situations that often rendered me immobile.

Every time I see documentaries or infomercials about little kids with cancer, I just freak out. It affects me on the highest emotional level... Anytime I think about it, it makes me sadder than anything I can think of.

In my experience, my music has drawn people of all ages, which is a real wonderful thing. And at my gigs you get everyone from six year olds to 90 year olds. And I find that really quite moving, actually.

A man deep-wounded may feel too much pain To feel much anger.

One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.

I can tell you my feelings were hurt.

Whats beauty anyway but ugliness if it hurts you?

When we dislike someone, or feel threatened by someone, the natural tendency is to focus on something we dislike about the person, something that irritates us. Unfortunately, when we do this--instead of seeing the deeper beauty of the person and giving them energy--we take energy away and actually do them harm. All they know is that they suddenly feel less beautiful and less confident, and it is because we sapped their energy.

It's as if he can no longer acknowledge the love he felt or the pain I am in. I have been dismissed. I don't think I was smarter or as beautiful as the other girls he did this to. It's just that I was me. It was all I had.

The discovery that heartbreak is indeed heartbreaking consoles us about our humanity.

There is a field where all wonderful perfections of microscope and telescope fail, all exquisite niceties of weights and measures, as well as that which is behind them, the keen and driving power of the mind. No facts however indubitably detected, no effort of reason however magnificently maintained, can prove that Bach's music is beautiful.

It's true/ I do imbue my blue unto myself/ I make it bitter.

I think with any sort of rejection, you're angry that you weren't enough for that person. So I don't know if I'm angry at myself for not being enough, or if I'm angry at him for not considering me to be enough.

Every day has its emotional difficulties. I miss my mother whether I'm singing her music or not.

How many times already had I encountered the painful lesson that although we may wish for the barb to be pulled from our flesh, it leaves a welt that doesn't heal?

It is not that which is beautiful that pleases us, but that which pleases is is called beautiful.

I can remember that little thrill - that little shiver of excitement - when the Opry audience would encore a person because that person had touched them so.

Ever since that happened to me, I haven't been able to give myself to anyone in this world.

I think, on a frame like mine, if I lose a few pounds, it makes a big difference. I hated every bit of attention on my weight and size. Even now, I can't put into words what exactly happened.

I'm still very affected and moved by their music - maybe in a way that's different from someone who grew up around it.

I love great music and if it doesn't move me I don't listen to it.

No facts, however indubitably detected, no effort of reason, however magnificently maintained, can prove that Bach's music is beautiful.

I listened to 19 guilty verdicts for my wife and me. And all I could do was sob.

Who is there that, in logical words, can express the effect music has on us?