Quotes About Music

Just because a man can sing about battles doesn't mean he's fit to fight one.

Music is a means of giving form to our inner feelings, without attaching them to events or objects in the world.

Chester's playing filled the station. Like ripples around a stone dropped into still water, the circles of silence spread out from the newsstand. And as people listened, a change came over their faces. Eyes that looked worried grew soft and peaceful; tongues left off chattering; and ears full of the city's rustling were rested by the cricket's melody.

Harry had been down to Washington Square to hear an open-air concert of chamber music. How you could play chamber music outdoors Chester didn't understand—but it was New York and anything could happen.

We speak in (rich) monotones. Our poetry is haunted by the music it has left behind. Orpheus shrinks to a poet when he looks back, with the impatience of reason, on a music stronger than death.

A canon is a guarded catalogue of that speech, music and art which houses inside us, which is irrevocably familiar to our homecomings. And this will include, if honestly arrived at and declared (even if solely to oneself), all manner of ephemera, trivial, and possibly mendacious matter…No manor woman need justify his personal anthology, his canonic welcomes. Love does not argue its necessities.

But there is a third mode of trancendence: in it language simply ceases, and the motion of spirit gives no further outward manifestation of its being. The poet enters into silence. Here the word borders not on radiance or music, but on night.

Country music is important to me, and I love it, but it's not my whole life.

Of all the songs I've recorded, 'Amarillo By Morning' always sticks out in my mind.

I loved making Pure Country. It was a great learning experience for me, seeing another part of the entertainment industry.

I love the song 'El Rey.' And for years, I never knew what the song was totally about. It was something new for me. I'd never sung a song in Spanish before. Then I got the translation and saw what a really cool song it was.

If you don't know who Eleanor Rigby is, you probably were born after 1985 and need to listen to some real music.

In the networked world, there are fewer Eleanor Rigbys to sing about, for even the loneliest among us can venture out with relative anonymity and find solace in the comfort of others' lives, particularly if those lives appear equally mundane. By the way, if you don't know who Eleanor Rigby is, you probably were born after 1985 and need to listen to some real music.

By the way, if you don't know who Eleanor Rigby is, you probably were born after 1985 and need to listen to some real music.

Military justice is to justice as military music is to music.

and I'm disgusted with dreams now — I want real things — live people to take hold of — to see — and to talk to — music that makes holes in the sky.

the bobbin of wool would rise and fall, twisting like a top, her fingers busy unravelling and plucking, and her drooping mouth with its hedge of broken and discoloured teeth wide open as she sang, loudly and harshly, but with great vigour. It was from Agathi that I learned some of the most beautiful and haunting of the peasant songs.

choir of cicadas whose song made the air tremble.

Lena, glowing like a tiger-lily, swept to the piano

Jam to some tunes. Anything that helps you relax and especially breathe more deeply assists your lymph to circulate. Listening to music works; singing or playing an instrument has an even more powerful effect. Orchestra conductors live longer; they move their lymph through the chest via their arm movements. Go ahead and dance, air-conduct, and enjoy your favorite music. I played music all the time in

People think the Beatles know what's going on. We don't. We're just doing it.

His voice is to entertainment what the kazoo is to classical music.

Some people can carry a tune, but they seem to stagger under the load.

If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound.