Quotes About Melody

Whatever makes your head nod, that's want we want to give you.

Of all noises, I think music is the least disagreeable.

It can even be a single note which defines the entire song.

I loved Mal Evans holding one note down on You Won't See Me from Rubber Soul.

It is disappointing to note that you no longer find enough of melodious music in Malayalam films.

For me, the only thing that makes one scale different from another is not the starting note; it's the separation of the intervals.

Songs, for me, are notes from the heart.

I play more rhythmically than I do a lot of notes.

I can't read notes well, but I can hear something and sing a harmony to it automatically.

Music is nourishment.

Nothing matches the sheer euphoria of discovering a new melody or a new batch of chords that just come out of nowhere.

The banquet is ready, and the minstrels are tuning their harps to celebrate the return from your wanderings to your Father's heart and home, with the gladness of feasting, and with the voice of thanksgiving and of melody.

It didn't sound like a nightingale," Terence said. "Nightingales sing of summer 'in full-throated ease and pour their souls abroad in ecstasy.' This didn't sound like that. Listen.

It's easier to remember two things than one. It's why it's easier to remember the words of a song than the words of a poem. For instance. The music is an armature upon which you assemble the words.

Nulla è eterno, Balbulus. E che cosa c'è di meglio, per le parole, che essere cantate in giro? Sì, certo, ogni volta mutano, hanno una melodia diversa. Ma non è questo il bello?

The Music of Negro religion is that plaintive rhythmic melody, with its touching minor cadences, which, despite caricature and defilement, still remains the most original and beautiful expression of human life and longing yet born on American soil.

Her voice was somewhere in the lower register of gold.

it charms mere eyesight to believe The nearest thing not trees Is the sky, into which The trees reach, opening their luminous new leaves… and thought finds rest beneath a brightened tree In which, unseen, a warbler feeds and sings. His song's Small shapely melody Comes down irregularly, as all light's givings come." Sabbaths 1999 III

Sentimentally I am disposed to harmony; but organically I am incapable of a tune.

Happiness is a sad song.

The music felt like sustenance to me, like food

When you suffered it all And your spirit is breaking You're growing desperate from the fight Remember your love And you always will be This melody will always bring You right back home

In melody divine, My heart it beats to rapturous love, I long to call you mine.

No. The soul is embodied. And that's either the reason we're all so fucked up or the recurring melody behind humanity's greatest hits. You want another beer?