Soft as the voice of an angel Breathing a lesson unheard Hope with a gentle persuasion Whispers her comforting word: Wait till the darkness is over
Wait till the tempest is done Hope for the sunshine tomorrow After the shower is gone. Whispering hope, oh, how welcome thy voice Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice.
lunes, 24 de enero de 2011
"A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes." ♥
Often I think this sad old world is whistling in the dark. Just like a child, who, late from school walks bravely home through the park. To keep their spirits soaring and keep the night at bay. Neither quite knowing which way they are going, they sing the shadows away. Often I think my poor old heart has given up for good. And then I see a brand new face, I glimpse some new neighborhood. So walk me back home, my darling, tell me dreams really come true. Whistling whistling here in the dark with you.
Julie: "I was in awe of this gentleman (points at him), I mean, a very very famous dramatic actor and here I was just a musical songstress (Chris pretends he's playing an invisible violin) and I.. really! And ah.. honest to God (rices hand) that's the way I felt anyway (looks at him). And I was very nervous about meeting him but...(looks at him again).
Chris: I've fallen in love with her in "My Fair Lady" on Broadway so I had a crush for forever but when we did meet on "The Sound Of Music" she had just had a child so I had to stay arms length... arms? what am I talking about? full length away from her but it was sort of like an of awful tease, I couldn't do anything.