A Quote by Andrea Gibson

Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys, ‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs. — © Andrea Gibson
Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys, ‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs.
Touch me 'til my ribs become piano keys.
Too many times we stand aside, and let the waters slip away. Til what we put off til tomorrow has now become today.
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher, wiggle 'til you vomit fire.
A bell's not a bell 'til you ring it, A song's not a song 'til you sing it, Love in your heart wasn't put there to stay, Love isn't love 'til you give it away!
Sleep 'til you're hungry, eat 'til you're sleepy.
We can't stop trying til we break up our minds, til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knight.
I can't read or write music. When I want to remember something, I try to remember all the keys on the piano. Which is what I still do. I put the numbers on the keys. And that's got to become music again.
The genome could be thought of as a kind of piano with twenty-five thousand keys. In some cases, a few keys may be out of tune, which can cause the music to sound wrong. In others, if one key goes dead the music turns into a cacophony, or the whole piano self-destructs.
A cold supper, were you thinking? I asked dubiously. I was not, he said firmly, I mean to light a roaring fire in the kitchen hearth, fry up a dozen eggs in butter, and eat them all, then lay ye down on the hearth rug and roger ye 'till you - is that all right? he inquired, noticing my look. 'Til I what? I asked fascinated by his description of the evening's program. 'Til ye burst into flame and take me with ye, I suppose, he said, and stooping, swooped me up into his arms and carried me across the darkened threshold.
I'm living life right now, maine and this what Imma do til it's over, til it's over.. but it's far from over.
Everybody says marriage is 'til death do you part - and I've been married 29 years - but a book is really 'til death do you part. Once you write it, it's out there.
Til shade is gone, til water is gone Into the shadow with teeth bared Screaming defiance with the last breath To spit in Sightblinder’s eye on the Last Day.
People over 100 are the fastest-growing group in America. People soon will be working 'til 100 - some because they have to - and living 'til 125 or even 135. What do I know, I'm just a weatherman, but I've made a hobby of studying this, and it's phenomenal.
Call no day happy 'til it is done; call no man happy til he is dead.
Keep on knocking 'til the joy inside opens a window look to see who's there
Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky, a dream come true, I'll live there til I die.
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