18 Lorenz Hart Quotes
Lorenz Hart sings poetic musings on longing, loneliness, and nature.
Lorenz Hart quotes
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Blue Moon, You saw me standing alone, Without a dream in my heart, Without a love of my own.
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Blue Moon, You knew just what I was there for, You heard me saying a prayer for, Someone I really could care for.
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Blue Moon, Now I'm no longer alone, Without a dream in my heart, Without a love of my own.
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Bless our Mountain Greenery home! In a mountain greenery Where God paints the scenery Just two crazy people together
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She gets too hungry for dinner at eight... She likes a crap game, but never come late... She'd never bother with people she hates... That's why the lady is a tramp.
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I'm wild again, beguiled again A simpering, whimpering child again; Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I. Couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep When love came and told me, I shouldn't sleep; Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I
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I took one look at you That's all I meant to do And my heart stood still.
When love congeals It soon reveals The faint aroma of performing seals, The double-crossing of a pair of heels. I wish I were in love again!
How we love sequestering, where no pests are pestering.
Unrequited love's a bore.
I'm a great believer in conversational rhythm. I think in terms of rhythmic dialogue. It's so easy, you can talk naturally. It's like peas rolling off a knife. Take the great screen actors and actresses, Bette Davis, Eddie Robinson, Jimmy Cagney, Spencer Tracy. They all talk in rhythm. And rhythm and movement are the life of the screen.
The lovely loving and the hateful hates.
Falling in love with love Is falling for make-believe.
Hate California--it's cold and it's damp.
Wide awake I can make my most fantastic dreams come true.
Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean the bastards aren't out to get you. ... Painters of paintings, writers of books, never could tell the half. In each scenario, you can depend on the end where the lovers agree. Where's my Lothario? Where does he roam, with his dome Vaselined as can be?
Painters of paintings, writers of books, never could tell the half.
“Once I laughed when, I heard you saying that I'd be playing, solitaire, uneasy in my, easy chair. It never entered my mind. Once you told me, I was mistaken, that I'd awaken, with the sun and order orange juice for one. It never entered my mind. You have what I lack myself and now I even have to scratch my back myself. Once you warned me that if you scorned me I'd sing the maiden's prayer again and wish that you were there again to get into my hair again. It never entered my mind. ”