Jeff Buckley Quotations

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.

I don't really need to be remembered. I hope the music's remembered.

The people who raised me musically are my mother, who is a classically trained pianist, and my stepfather.

Words are beautiful but restricted. They're very masculine, with a compact frame. But voice is over the dark, the place where there's nothing to hang on: it comes from a part of yourself that simply knows, expresses itself, and is.

All flowers in time bend towards the sun, I know you say there's no one for you, But here is one.

Words are really beautiful, but they're limited. Words are very male, very structured. But the voice is the netherworld, the darkness, where there's nothing to hang onto. The voice comes from a part of you that just knows and expresses and is.

The most audacious thing I could possibly state in this day and age is that life is worth living. It's worth being bashed against. It's worth getting scarred by. It's worth pouring yourself over every one of its coals.

The Smiths hasn't been equaled. That goes for the composition of the songs, the lyrics, and the performance.

I'm lying in my bed, blanket is warm, this body will never keep me safe from harm. I still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal. Touch my skin to keep me whole. If only you'd come back to me. To feel you at my side, wouldn't need no Mojo Pin to keep me satisfied.

Music was like my first real toy. I was an only child for a while, and I was alone a lot of the time - and I liked it. I still like being alone.

I want to be ripped apart by music. I want it to be something that feeds and replenishes, or that totally sucks the life out of you. I want to be dashed against the rocks.

I resent the fact that a parental warning sticker has to be included on an album as cover art. To me that's censorship.

I'm convinced I got signed because of who I am. And it makes me sad.

She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever.

Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong, but tonight you're on my mind, so you never know.

I sacrificed my anonymity for my father, whereas he sacrificed me for his fame.

Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and memories of the signs that it's over. It's over.

I just want to be a guy with a guitar.

Kiss me out of desire, but not consolation.

To young to hold on and to old to just break free and run.

A tune has to resonate with whatever is happening around it.

I don't want my reputation to take me over, I just want to be judged on my songs. I want people to come and see me because they want to, not because fashion dictates it.

Lots of time I feel like I don't belong to this place.

Mon amourà toi toujoursDans tes grands yeuxrien que nous deux

Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong, but tonight your on my mind, so you never know.

We're very excited about our new facility because it will be what we always wanted. Hopefully, we'll be able to expand and do what we have always shot for two brothers to run the business.

Thinking soo hard on her soft eyes and memories of the signs that it's over. It's over.

I'm lying in my bed, blanket is warm.. this body will never keep me safe from harm.I still feel your hair.. black ribbons of coal. Touch my skin to keep me whole.If only you'd come back to me.To feel you at my side.. wouldn't need no Mojo Pin to keep me satisfied.

The music can tell people everything they need to know about being human beings. It's not my information, it's not mine. I didn't make it. I just discovered it.

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.

Music should be like making love. Sometimes you want it soft and tender, another time you want it hard and aggressive.

The only goal is in the process. The process is the thing…with little flashes of light here and there. Those are the gigs, those are the live shows. But it's the life in between—that's all I got.

I've already created my own thing.

In love we are all brothers and sisters

I was captured by music at a really early age. I was really captured by it. Everything about it. It was my mother… It was my father… It was my play thing. It was my toy. It was the best thing in my life.

We are born to live, we are born to understand, we are born to carry a cursed pattern and be transformed by pain.

There is no good singing, there is only present and absent.

So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn Will I ever see your sweet return? Oh, will I ever learn? Oh, Lover, you should've come over Cause it's not too late.

I want to be ripped apart by music...

Sometimes a man gets carried away when he feels like he should be having his fun and much too blind to see the damage he's done, oh sometimes a man must awake to find that really he has no one. So I'll wait for you and I'll burn will I ever see your sweet return, oh will I ever learn? Oh, Lover you should've come over. Oh love well I'm waiting for you.

And though the meaning fits, there's no relief in this. I miss my beautiful friend.

Music is endless and even though I've heard a whole bunch of music from so many different places and fallen in love countless times with all kinds of different music.There's still something about it,I guess it's called Freedom.

I like a spirituality with a God that knows how to drive a car, that knows how to take his girl to the dance club, dance all night, have a little drink, kiss the kid when they come back in and go to sleep. God doesn't need a chauffeur-- he needs to drive himself.

my kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder" lover you should have come over-

To do something that will just fly away is kind of special. Every time somebody tell you they love you, that "I love you" flies away, and you wait until the next one.

love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.

Fight despite the crowds of the walking dead

Your soul can fly outward, stringed to your ribcage like a shimmering kite in the shape of an open hand. Be still and listen to the evidence of your own holiness.

Above all do not give yourself airs. Breaking the moment of past habits is the challenge here: In the life of the spirit you are always at the beginning.

If you want to get somewhere in this life, learn to draw beautiful women.

Sensitivity isn't about being wimpy. It's about being so painfully aware that a flea landing on a dog is like a sonic boom

I don't write my music for Sony. I write it for the people who are screaming down the road crying to a full-blast stereo.

Time to write and sing, to laugh, to listen, to discover, to cry, to love music.

[What I want to communicate] doesn't have a language with which I can communicate it. The things that I want to communicate are simply self-evident, emotional things. And the gifts of those things are that they bring both intellectual and emotional gifts - understanding. But I don't really have a major message that I want to bring to the world through my music. The music can tell people everything they need to know about being human beings. It's not my information, it's not mine. I didn't make it. I just discovered it.

I think I would really lay down and die. Music comes from a very primal, twisted place. When a person sings, their body, their mouth, their eyes, their words, their voice says all these unspeakable things that you really can't explain but that mean something anyway. People are completely transformed when they sing; people look like that when they sing or when they make love. But it's a weird thing—at the end of the night I feel strange, because I feel I've told everybody all my secrets.

There's no time for hatred, only questions. Where is love? Where is happiness? What is life? Where is peace?

Music is my mother and my father; it is my work and my rest...my blood...my compass...my love...

Love heals all wounds and not just time alone.

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's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever...

Fate is gonna find you in your glass of champagne.

But music seems to me to be the most closely identified with my soul. I mean, I feel that it’s the best for me. It just gets into the bloodstream so quickly, for no reason at all. You can close your heart, and you can sleep even with your eyes closed, but you can never close your ears.

There's the moon asking to stay long enough for the clouds to fly me away

When all of this music sounds like you know what you want to say, then it will have been of all worth, ever. You will be something complete unto yourself, present and unique.

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

If you do anything regularly for a while, sooner or later the weirdoes will show up.

Turn your head away from the screen, my friend. It will tell you nothing more.

Love, anger, depression, joy and dreams. ...And Zeppelin. Totally.

If you feel blocked, do not turn to others, but look inside, in silence, for the enemy of your progress.

Sometimes if somebody you feel you need... the whole universe tells you that you have to have her, you start watching her favorite TV shows all night, you start buying her the things she needs, you start drinking her drinks, you start smoking her bad cigarettes, you start picking up her nuances in her voice, you sleep in safe sometimes the most dangerous thing... this is called Mojo Pin.

You can't kill the past by denying the past. You can kill it only by making it obsolete. And even in that, you have to find honor in the past. You can't hack off pieces of yourself, and expect them to grow again.

I love anything that haunts me...and never leaves

Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

Grace is what matters. In anything. Especially life, especially growth, tragedy, pain, love, death. About people, that's what matters. That's a quality I admire very greatly. It keeps you from reaching for the gun too quickly; it keeps you from destroying things too foolishly; it sort of keeps you alive and keeps you open for more understanding.

I prefer to learn everything through music. If you want divinity, the music in every human being and their love for music is pretty much it. It's the big indication of their spirituality and their ability to love and make love, or feel pain or joy, and really manifest it, really be real.

I don’t know, I don’t know that I’m missing anything. I just think too much sometimes. Sometimes I’m even happy because I’m so engaged in the thinking. But that’s the great thing about performing, and why it is also sexual, because in that moment – or in that evening – I’m completely in the present for once in my life. Nothing that came before or anything that may come after: only what matters is now. And that’s what human beings crave.

I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life.

I have no advice for anybody; except to, you know, be awake enough to see where you are at any given time, and how that is beautiful, and has poetry inside. Even places you hate.

Be seriously involved with growing, with your own development, and never fear. Be the kind of person who is naturally powerful, positive, ingenious, open, to the highest degree. Be the best. No negativity. No weakness. No acquiescence to fear or disaster. No errors of ignorance. No evasion to reality.

Somebody asked me what I wanted to do. I just said I wanted to…just to give back to it what it’s given me. And to meet all the other people that are doing it…just to be in the world, really.

I feel afraid and I call your name I love your voice and your dance insaneI hear your words and I know your pain

I couldn't awake from the nightmare That sucked me in and pulled me underPulled me underOh... That was so real.

All flowers in time bend towards the sun, I know you say theres no one for you, But here is one