Quotes About Music

I don't have any real spirituality in my life - I'm kind of an atheist - but when music can take me to the highest heights, it's almost like a spiritual feeling. It fills that void for me.

Hark! the music of the angels Floating onward still we hear; Blessed music, sweetest chorus Ever sung to mortal ear. -Fanny Crosby, "Music of the Angels

The globally acclaimed author of Fully Human, Fully Alive: A New Life through a New Vision, John Powell, estimates that an average person taps only 10 percent of his potential, sees only 10 percent of the beauty that is all around him, hears only 10 percent of its music and poetry, smells only 10 percent of its fragrance, and tastes only 10 percent of the deliciousness of being alive.

Debussy's quote that "Music is the space between the notes," because an analogous statement about trading—Trading is the space between trades—is so strikingly apropos.

The Great Fires" Love is apart from all things. … Love allows us to walk in the sweet music of our particular heart.

The shortest national anthem in the world is the Japanese one, which only consists of four lines. The Greek anthem on the other hand features an incredible 158 verses.

The Beatles were working on an album called Everest (actually named after a brand of cigarettes). When it was suggested they should get the photo for the record cover taken at the actual place the album was named after - and being too lazy to travel to the Himalayas - they renamed it to Abbey Road, which was the street on which their recording studio was.

Barry Manilow didn't write the song he sings called I Write the Songs.

To me, boxing is like a ballet, except there's no music, no choreography, and the dancers hit each other.

This is just a little love song I for my wife. Or for everybody who is going to listen now, but I wrote it for my wife.

the best commercial songs have an appeal to the masses because they contain an innate truth, a connection that cannot be denied, whether it is a groove that has an immediate physical effect or a lyric so perfectly wedded to music that an emotional reaction invariably occurs.

As long as there are young people, and old people, too, who can imagine realities beyond seeing and touching, and as long as there are poets, and artists, and musicians, there will be unicorns.

Beauty is so rare a th— Sing a new song Real Music A busted flush. A pain in the eyebrows. A Visiting card — from 15 False Propositions Against God [1958]

Well Dennis you don't have to hear any of the mountain music they play here. Telling the young lies so that they can learn to get old. Favouring them with biscuits. "It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville, declension on a three mile grade." In either case collision course. You either pick up the music or you don't.

Good music always defeats bad luck.

Vinyl is the real deal. I've always felt like, until you buy the vinyl record, you don't really own the album. And it's not just me or a little pet thing or some kind of retro romantic thing from the past. It is still alive.

I dabbled in things like Howlin' Wolf, Cream and Led Zeppelin, but when I heard Son House and Robert Johnson, it blew my mind. It was something I'd been missing my whole life. That music made me discard everything else and just get down to the soul and honesty of the blues.

Lady Dance's music wasn't a magic charm. I'd misunderstood. We had all failed to understand. The song and dance didn't stop us dying. It just stopped the fear of death swallowing us up while we were still alive. 'Rejoice,' came the soft voice of Lady Dance in my mind. 'Watch the moon and stars...' Death had ruled my life till I met Lady Dance. Her dance had set me free.

When he walked in her dreams moths rose from the earth where his paws touched the ground, as if born from his footfall. They followed him, a cloud of moths of all colours. And the music of moth wings followed him. And the dancing lights of the northern sky hung in his breath. In his eyes, a world of wild. On his coat, the colours of snow. In his voice, the wisdom of untamed things.

She whispered into the ear of the dreaming bear. If I said that my love for you was like the spaces between the notes of a wren's song, would you understand? Would you perceive my love to be, therefore, hardly present, almost nothing?

Or would you feel how my love is wrapped around by the richest, the wildest song? And, if I said my love for you is like the time when the nightingale is absent from our twilight world, would you hear it as silence? Nothing? No love? Or as anticipation of that rich current of music, which fills heart, soul, body, mind.

Now, guitar was pretty cool. Everybody knew something on the guitar. So I wanted to play guitar, but I told my dad if he wanted me to keep studying something, I'd like to study piano.

Right around the end of the fifties, college students and young people in general, began to realize that this music was almost like a history of our country - this music contained the real history of the people of this country.

That folk music led to learning to play, and making things up led to what turns out to be the most lucrative part of the music business - writing, because you get paid every time that song gets played.