Quotes About Piano

Love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Elizabeth was not playing for the sake of exhibiting her virtuosity: she played for joy.

There was an old musician's cliché, about how there were no wrong notes on a piano. But her life was a cacophony of nonsense. A piece that could have gone in wonderful directions, but now went nowhere at all.

Language functions with respect to thought as the body does with respect to perception...Some words only come forth in us when we have need of them...As an instrument, language is not like a hammer that has a limited number of uses. It is more like a piano, from which one can draw an infinite number of melodies.

Holland, a recognized authority on teaching piano, recommends that all pianists "practice in their heads." A new composition, he says, should be first gone over in the mind.

You are talking to a man who can only play a plastic keyboard. Give me anything weighted and I've had it. I haven't got the strength in my fingers to push them down. So I don't get a lot of expression on the keyboard.

I grew up painting and playing piano so when I was a little kid I thought I was going to be an artist or a painter but my mom had me taking piano lessons for about 10-12 years as a young kid.

Run On" started with an ostinato piano part, and I passed the exit for the Holiday Inn where Robert Downey Jr. and his family had lived when they were moving out of Darien. Robert Downey Jr. had been my best friend in third grade. We'd bonded because we were both neurotic eight-year-olds, and his parents and my mom were the only adults in Darien who smoked pot.

Laughing evil, schizophrenia on the piano, you are like a bird in a cage that thinks it flies. You smile with hatred, realizing that between people there is only selfishness and hypocrisy.

Most of all, it was the wild music that impressed Matt. It did the same thing that playing the piano had done when he was frightened and lonely. It took him into another world where only beauty existed and where he was sage from hatred and disappointment and death.

Rick played trumpet as a schoolboy, and always maintained that he played the piano before he could walk… but would then add that he didn't walk until he was ten.

[On Leadville:] Over the piano was printed a notice: Please do not shoot the pianist. He is doing his best.

The typewriting machine, when played with expression, is no more annoying than the piano when played by a sister or near relation.