Quotes About Melody

To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart and sing it to them when they have forgotten.

The older the fiddler, the sweeter the tune.

Family is like music, some high notes, some low notes, but always a beautiful song.

The sum of his life was a unique melody, hauntingly beautiful and powerful.

My arm began moving, turning the invisible crank of Death's music box. Somewhere inside, I didn't want the melody to end.

Music conveys moods and images. Even in opera, where plots deal with the structure of destiny, it's music, not words, that provides power.

Music is the movement of sound to reach the soul for the education of its virtue.

What I like about music is the songs you can remember the lines of in a single second.

Ragtime was my lullaby.

I have to say, I have an affinity for Bossanova. It's very warm-sounding to me - lush and simple. I like that.

And I think as long as a song has beautiful lyrics, I'm so happy.

I only like songs with strong lyrics.

The music is the main thing and it's just as easy to write acceptable words.

Is that how the song goes. It's the chorus!

The demon at length fell to singing a gentle, flickering little song. It was not in any language Sophie knew - or she thought not, until she distinctly heard the word saucepan in it several times...

Hark! the music of the angels Floating onward still we hear; Blessed music, sweetest chorus Ever sung to mortal ear. -Fanny Crosby, "Music of the Angels

Music is well said to be the speech of angels. -Thomas Carlyle

Good music always defeats bad luck.

Hope is the melody of the future. Faith is dancing to that melody right now.

Music, once admitted to the soul becomes ... a sort of spirit, and never dies. It wanders perturbedly through the halls and galleries of the memory.

And then, this she offered to me, my one truth: "Our language," she said, "is not spoken, but sung.... Not simply words... and grammar... but melody. It was hard... thus... to learn English... this language of wood. For the people of your nation, Octavian, all speech is song.

To participate, then, in the pomp of the orchestra, in the full scintillation thereof, was in the highest degree thrilling. Is this not the image of the perfect republic -- each instrument singing its wonted melody, endeavoring at once to express its part, and, in the same instance to conform its voice to the conversation of the whole?

Circe," Apollo said, and it was the greatest chime of all. Every melody in the world belonged to him.

Christ wrote a beautiful tune, which the church has often performed well, and often badly. But the melody was never completely drowned out. Sometimes it became a symphony.