Quotes About Music

Apparently, organizers kept Elvis Presley from joining his school's glee club. They said his voice would ruin their sound.

an afternoon choreographed by Dante, with music by Stephen King. The car was a furnace.

Music and language are a vital element. We, as actors and directors, offer it to people who want to experience it. Sometimes the actual meaning is less important than the words themselves.

I love painting and music, of course. I don't know nearly as much about them as I know about poetry. I've certainly been influenced by fiction. I was overwhelmed by War and Peace when I read it, and I didn't read it until I was in my late 20s.

No other acoustic instrument can match the piano's expressive range, and no electric instrument can match its mystery.

Destiny is the music of the improbable. Were it otherwise, almost anyone could exist.

You'd think I'd have been happiest in my life playing music in front of 50 000 people at Gillette Stadium. But let me tell you, it's an odd feeling to feel alone in the spotlight.

Social topics may hit too close to home for people, but then again, if you pull a heartstring, then that's what country music is. It's not just songs about getting drunk and leaving your girl.

What is music anyway? It's a form of communication, and that's why I play the kind of music that I think - that I hope - can communicate with people.

I mean, what is music anyway? It's a form of communication - at least for me it is. And that's why I play the kind of music that I think - that I hope - can communicate with people.

My mom loved to sing - and I'll go on record and say she was the worst singer ever. I'd get up and move away from her!

On the other hand, without excess mental baggage, playing music produces a feeling more exquisite than the sweetest nectar this world has to offer. It is the sound, smell and taste of grace.

Müzik parmaklar olmadan çal?n?r, kulaklar olmadan iÅŸitilir.

I don't want to play the way Monk played, I want to feel the way Monk felt when he played.

When I'm in the car and somebody comes on the radio singing the high notes, I try to sing along.

The day was dying, the night being born-but with great peace. Here were the imponderable processes and forces of the cosmos, harmonious and soundless. Harmony, that was it! That was what came out of the silence -- a gentle rhythm, the strain of a perfect chord, the music of the spheres, perhaps.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

Music, unleashed, can uplift and create and destroy, stripping away pretenses and leaving raw, exposed vulnerability behind.

Y no es el dragón acaso el emblema permanente de la vida? El dragón es el aire, el espacio brillante y claro gracias al cual los objetos del mundo se disponen con un ritmo estable, del que extraen su arte los pintores. El dragón resuena largamente en la noche, cuando los lugares se opacan y debemos crear una pequeña luz, y dentro de ella una musiquita que nos conserve la vida mientras todo se extravía, quizás irremisiblemente.

Wymarzone, ukochane gÅ'osy tych, co umarli, albo tych, co dla nas tak sÄ… straceni, jak umarli. Czasem do nas przemawiajÄ… w snach czasem je w zadumaniu sÅ'yszy umysÅ'. A z ich brzmieniem powraca na chwilÄ™ d?wiÄ™ki najpierwszej naszego ?ycia poezji, jak muzyka, która nocÄ…, gdzieÅ› w dali, dogasa.

Do you think that the day you stop listening to new music is the day you decide you're on the path to old age? Like you've given up on new stuff and you resign yourself to music you've already heard? Like you're through discovering and all you want to do is rummage through your old things?

the sky had cleared, and the sun swelled bright and warm in the western sky. Water from the melting snow dropped like strings of glass beads from the eaves of the house and melted holes in the snow on the ground. The sound of running water through the outside drainpipes sounded like music to Joe.

Sade, Jai Wolf, Chet Porter, Nujabes, J Dilla—

You win this game. I can't guess that shit. I thought I could name that shit in three notes, maybe less. But I'm baffled. Boggled. Blown away.