I felt the sharp sting of emptiness and solitude that you feel so acutely and with such internal sorrow and wonder whenever music is performed well.

Pat Conroy
I felt the sharp sting of emptiness and solitude that...
I felt the sharp sting of emptiness and solitude that...
I felt the sharp sting of emptiness and solitude that...
I felt the sharp sting of emptiness and solitude that...
About This Quote

When we hear a song and we think of the person who had written it and how beautiful and talented they are. We think that there is no one on Earth who has the talent that this person has. They are one of a kind and they always will be.

Source: The Lords Of Discipline

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More Quotes By Pat Conroy
  1. I wanted to become the seeker, the aroused and passionate explorer, and it was better to go at it knowing nothing at all, always choosing the unmarked bottle, always choosing your own unproven method, armed with nothing but faith and a belief in astonishment.

  2. I’ve never had anyone’s approval, so I’ve learned to live without it.

  3. It did not look like the work of God, but it might have represented the handicraft of a God with a joyous sense of humor, a dancing God who loved mischief as much as prayer, and playfulness as much as mischief.

  4. The tide was a poem that only time could create, and I watched it stream and brim and makes its steady dash homeward, to the ocean.

  5. Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.

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