Quotes About Music

Their singing wasn't particularly good, but the feeling with which they sang was not bad at all.

When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.

Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.

Is it not strange that sheep's guts could hail souls out of men's bodies?

Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.

Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.

Music, moody food Of us that trade in love.

This rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book.

It is my soul that calls upon my name; How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo

By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods; since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, but music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night and his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.

O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain: for they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain. he, that no more must say, is listened more than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze; more are men's ends marked, than their lives before: the setting sun, and music at the close, as the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; writ in rememberance more than things long past

Music oft hath such a charm To make bad good, and good provoke to harm.

The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.

I will play the swan. And die in music.

Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heaped like mine, and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbours air, and let rich music's tongue Unfold the imagined happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter.

There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is.

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls, But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it.

No temas; la isla está llena de sonidos y músicas suaves que deleitan y no dañan. Unas veces resuena en mi oído el vibrar de mil instrumentos, y otras son voces que, si he despertado tras un largo sueño, de nuevo me hacen dormir. Y, al soñar, las nubes se me abren mostrando riquezas a punto de lloverme, así que despierto y lloro por seguir soñando. (Calibán)

Give me some music! Now, good morrow, friends!

Call me what instrume you will,though you can fret me,yet you cannot play upon me.

Oh, you are well tuned now, But I'll set down the pegs that make this music, As honest as I am.

The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more.

I can sometimes hear her music now, after thirty years -- and remember the leaves falling on some smoky autumn afternoon, the air crisp and the sounds of dogs barking, and train whistles far away.