Quotes About Music

Those Amazing Musical Instruments! Your Guide to the Orchestra Through Sounds and Stories.

Levine, Robert. The Story of the Orchestra: Listen While You Learn About the Instruments, the Music and the Composers Who Wrote the Music!

When you're sad you need to hear your sorrow structured into sound.

Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, "Music.

Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.

So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She stood you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, every bird outside the windows fell silent...and right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner.

In our world, I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness.

See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner," "A coal miner? Why did she want a coal miner if she could've had you?" "Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.

The pounding music, the cheers, the admiration work their way into my blood, and I can't suppress my excitement. Cinna has given me a great advantage. No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire.

We don't charge for tickets, because sometimes hungry people need music the most. But we get hungry, too.

And I said, 'A coal miner? Why did she want a coal miner if she could've had you?' And he said, 'Because when he sings ... even the birds stop to listen.

My voice, at first rough and breaking on the high notes, warms up into something splendid. A voice that would make the mockingjays fall silent and then tumble over themselves to join in.

It's Lucy Gray and I'm not really from Twelve," she said. "My people are Covey. Musicians by trade. We just took a wrong turn one day and were obliged to stay.

It's old, very old I think. Made up long ago in our hills. What my music teacher calls a mountain air. But the words are easy and soothing, promising tomorrow will be more hopeful than this awful piece of time we call today.

Rue,, la niña que, cuando le preguntas por lo que mas ama en el mundo, contesta que la musica, nada mas y nada menos.

Not everyone is treated with such respect. But whenever my father sang, all the birds in the area would fall silent and listen. His voice was that beautiful, high and clear and so filled with life it made you want to laugh and cry at the same time.

the music is provided by a choir of children accompanied by the lone fiddler

I heard her singing.

No, it happened. And right when your song ended, I knew — just like your mother — I was a goner,

The music swells and I recognize the brilliance of it. As the notes overlap, they complement one another, forming a lovely, unearthly harmony. It was this sound then, thanks to Rue, that sent the orchard workers of District 11 home each night. Does someone start it at quitting time, I wonder, now that she is dead?

Nocne orgie zast?piono pie?niami religijnymi.

He studied with the guru of rock n' roll, Baba Oom Mow Mow, who taught his own version of the Golden Rule: "Do wop unto others as you would have them do wop unto you.

I never advise anyone to sacrifice something else because of music, but then I don't see why they would have to anyway.

My mother was a very beautiful lady, I thought. She was very good to me. I guess - she died when I was nine and a half, but if she had lived, I probably wouldn't be trying to play guitar. She wanted me to be known, but as something else. Not a guitar player.