Quotes About Music

The rolling sound of a good hymn badly sung is particularly evocative.

They had a table near the rail round the huge floor. Bond was spellbound. He found many of the girls very beautiful. The music hammered its way into his pulse until he almost forgot what he was there for.

On Art Garfunkel - He makes Paul Simon look like LL Cool J.

This may sound weird, but I love to listen to whale music when a guy goes down on me. I have all these bizarre underwater fantasies. Sometimes I even imagine that I'm the female whale and that I'm being called by the male whale, with his like, what, fifty-foot cock.

There are these rare moments when musicians together touch something sweeter than they've ever found before in rehearsals or performance, beyond the merely collaborative or technically proficient, when their expression becomes as easy and graceful as friendship or love. This is when they give us a glimpse of what we might be, of our best selves, and of an impossible world in which you give everything to others, but lose nothing of yourself.

To take up the violin or any instrument was an act of hope, it implied a future.

Then, with an extended, falling glissando of disgust, the whole string section, plus flutes and piccolo, surged toward the brass, leaving the music critic and his deed - an early evening frites and mayonnaise on Oude Hoogstraat - illuminated under a lonely chandelier.

But only in music, and only on rare occasions, does the curtain actually lift on this dream of community, and it's tantalisingly conjured, before fading away with the last notes.

Chi prende in mano un violino, o qualunque altro strumento, compie un gesto di speranza che comporta il desiderio di un futuro

These hands are steady enough, but they are large. Had he been a proper pianist - he's dabbled inexpertly - his ten-note span might be of use.

Weit hinten in irgend einer Nasenhöhle hatte der Zufall aus Schleim eine zweistimmige Panflöte geformt, der wir gezwungen waren zu lauschen.

There's nothing in his own life that contains this inventiveness, this style of being free. The music speaks to unexpressed longing or frustration, a sense that he's denied himself an open road, the life of the heart celebrated in the songs.

hung-over groan, the elective malady's melody.

Her cleverness, her love and knowledge of music, literature, her liveliness and charm when he was securely hers masked her desperation.

Some people go nowhere, even into disputes, without a soundtrack.

Teddy Bear' by Elvis Presley, I can remember, I have always been able to remember

There are some moments when musicians together touch something sweeter than they've ever found before in rehearsals or performances, beyond the merely collaborative or technically proficient, when their expression becomes as easy and graceful as friendship or love. This is when they give us a glimpse of what we might be, of our best selves, and of an impossible world in which you give everything you have to others, but lose nothing of yourself.

She was one of those people who could not say if one note was lower or higher than another. This was no less a disability and misfortune than a clubfoot or a harelip...

The organ played a familiar introduction. Ever since his truculent fourth form at Berners Hall, he could not bring himself to sing a hymn. However sweet the melodies or the rhythm of the lines he could not get past the embarrassment of their blatant or childish untruths. But the point was not to believe but to join in, to be part of the community.

There are these rare moments when musicians together touch something sweeter than they've ever found before in rehearsals or performance, beyond the merely collaborative or technically proficient, when their expression becomes as easy and graceful as friendship or love. This is when they give us a glimpse of what we might be, of our best selves, and of an impossible world in which you give everything you have to others, but lose nothing of yourself.

It's enough for me just to sit in front of the paintings of Mahmud Sa'id and the statues of Mahmud Mukhtar. God, if you could only see his statue 'Egypt's Renaissance'! God, if you could only see the statue of 'The Peasant Woman' or 'The Khamasin.' God, if you could only hear Umm Kulthum and Abd al-Wahhab!

rising artists from Yusuf Wahbi to Nagib al-Rihani, Ali al-Kassar, Muhammad Abd al-Wahhab, and even Umm Kulthum.

As she came alongside the cornfield she giggled, and he heard the music that had emerged from the ring of her laughter

As a young man, I wooed, unsuccessfully, with Puccini. It's important to get your operas right.