Quotes About Music

Suddenly it was terribly quiet, as if the earth itself were too stunned to breathe. I know this sound; silence is part of music. But just because something is silent doesn't mean you aren't hearing it. Frankie

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

What would you give to remember everything? I have this power. I absorb your memories; when you hear me, you relive them. A first dance. A wedding. The song that played when you got the big news. No other talent gives your life a soundtrack. I am Music. I mark time.

He found himself thinking about his childhood. Why do you drink so much, Maestro? This is not a music question. Are you sad, Maestro? Again, not a music question. I am sad sometimes, Maestro. Practice more. Speak less. You'll be happier. Yes, Maestro. Everyone joins a band in this life. Sometimes, they are the wrong ones.

After the funeral, my life changed. I felt as if time were suddenly precious, water going down an open drain, and I could not move quickly enough. No more playing music at half-empty night clubs. No more writing songs in my apartment, songs that no one would hear.

El Maestro: Do not attack the strings, Francisco. Francisco Presto: No, Maestro. El Maestro: Coax them. Francisco Presto: Yes, Maestro. El Maestro: Make them hunger for your next note. Same as in life. Francisco Presto: In life, Maestro? El Maestro: When you want someone to listen to you, will you attack them? Francisco Presto: No, Maestro. El Maestro: No, you will not. you will make them hear the beauty of what you are offering, and they will want it for themselves.

Luke the Drifter: Play me the saddest song you got. Frankie Presto: Why do you want to hear a sad song? Luke the Drifter: They're more true than the happy ones

For my disciples, the map is simple. All lonely roads lead back to music. I embrace you. I forgive you. I will never leave you. Can humans say the same?

Barely pausing between songs, he played American compositions like "St. Louis Blues" and "Tiger Rag." He played "Parfum" from the gypsy legend Django Reinhardt. He

Dizzy Gillespie, the jazz trumpet player, once said, "It's taken me all my life to learn what not to play." He was one of my special ones. And he was quite correct. Silence enhances music. What you do not play can sweeten what you do. But

Animals not only make music, they hear it in unique fashion.

She held out her arms. And for the first time in heaven, he initiated his contact, he came to her, ignoring the leg, ignoring all the ugly associations he had made about dance and music and weddings, realizing now that they were about loneliness.

He was switching between classical riffs and the jazz tune, "Body and Soul.

I am Music. And I am here for the soul of Frankie Presto. Not all of it. Just the rather large part he took from me when he came into this world. However well used, I am a loan, not a possession. You give me back upon departure. I

But all love stories are symphonies. And, like symphonies, they have four movements: • Allegro, a quick and spirited opening • Adagio, a slow turn • Minuet/Scherzo short steps in ¾ time • Rondo, a repeating theme, interrupted by various passages

Music is to the soul what words are to the mind.

For in song lies the mystery of Being.

I get in, and she turns the music down. It's Nusrat, remixed and clubby, but damn good as always.

When Walter had come to see Lina's show, five years ago, he'd taken a secret trip to see Carrie and ask her a question. He told her, without words, I'm ready now. She lived, like a graduate student, in a neighborhood that felt like a vacation. Blooming flowers. Bamboo blinds, music coming out onto the sidewalks. She kept finches in a white painted aviary and rode her bike to the university library. But she'd sent him back to his life.

alcoholic. To Quinn, for whom alcohol was a touchy simile, the truth was this: playing guitar was the single occasion in his slight and baffling life when he had the power to deliver exactly the thing another human being wanted. He

He felt her there beside him, just as she had always been on evenings like this when he had called for music, and when her touch on her instrument, or her least word to him, had been so much her own; except that he would have preferred even to this vivid dream her simple reality in the dark.

Once, he'd been satisfied by the music alone. Now he had learned about friendship...

While music may be the food of love, it can also serve as solace for love's demise.

and her laugh was like a song that made you want to sing it.