Quotes About Music

God sings, we hum along, and there are many melodies, but it's all one song - one same, wonderful, human song.

There is a reason you glance up when you first hear a melody, or tap your foot to the sound of a drum. All humans are musical. Why else would the Lord give you a beating heart?

You cannot unplay your notes. Time, like music, is indelible that way.

Truth is light. Lies are shadows. Music is both.

Music is in the connection of human souls, speaking a language that needs no words. Everyone joins a band in this life. And what you play always affects someone. Sometimes, it affects the world. Frankie's

What in life can love not penetrate? Mabel Hubbard, deaf since childhood, gave Alexander Bell a piano as a wedding gift and asked that he play it for her every day, as if his music could pierce her silence. Decades later, at Bell's deathbed, it was his wife who made the sounds, saying the words, "Don't leave me," while he, no longer able to talk, used sign language to answer, No.

That is often why you come to music, isn't it? To feel that you are not alone?

Silence enhances music. What you do not play can sweeten what you do. But it is not the same with words. What you do not say can haunt you.

intentions. That's important in music, too. Critically important. What you're thinking about can be what you become.

One must indeed test the strings to this life, bounce the bow, wet the mouthpiece, prepare for the deeper music that follows.

Music is in the connection of human souls, speaking a language that needs no words.

Over time, I guess all your teachers find their way into your music, right?

I know this sound; silence is part of music. But just because something is silent doesn't mean you aren't hearing it.

I am not one of the "slower" talents, like Reason or Mathematics. I am Music. If I bless you singing, you can do so from your first attempt.

Here is what I know of love. It changes the way you treat me. I feel it in your hands. Your fingers. Your compositions. The sudden rush of peppy phrases, major sevenths, melody lines that resolve neatly and sweetly, like a valentine tucked in an envelope. Humans grow dizzy from new affection, and young Frankie was already dizzy when he and the mysterious girl descended from that tree.

There are songs that you play that you have to restart, and songs that you play that you never get right. But when a song is complete, there is no more you can do.

By the way, Reb, about the singing. What gives? Walt Whitman sang the body electric. Billie Holiday sang the blues. You sang…everything. You could sing the phone book. I would call and say how are you feeling, and you'd answer, "The old gray rabbi, ain't what he used to be…

Rock and roll, big band, the blues. He loved them all. He would close his eyes and with a blissful smile begin to move to his own sense of rhythm. It wasn't always pretty.

Everyone joins a band in this life. And what you play always affects someone. Sometimes, it affects the world. Frankie's symphony ends. And so, at last, we rest.

All lonely roads lead back to music. I embrace you. I forgive you. I will never leave you.

One must indeed test the strings in this life, bounce the bow, wet the mouthpiece, prepare for the deeper music that follows.

Morrie closed his eyes to absorb the notes. As my wife's loving voice filled the room, a crescent smile appeared 0n his face. And while his body was stiff as a sandbag, you could almost see him dancing inside it.

I drive a beat-up Mercury Cougar, with the windows down and the music up. I seek my identity in toughness - but it is Morrie's softness that draws me, and because he doesn't look at me as a kid trying to be something more than I am, I relax.

It is not just humans who are musical. Animals, too. This should be obvious in the thousands of birdsongs I have spawned, or the clicking of dolphins, or the moaning of humpback whales.