Quotes About Music

Remember, we usually can't choose the music life plays for us, but we can choose how we dance to it. Make yours a beautiful memory.

I woke up this morning with some music in my head. Songs that sing of being alive and find the way to spend my time without spending a dime. So I gather the rest of my change, I put it in a jar to save up for all of the things that I know I can't buy with just my heart.

Later Achilles would play the lyre, as Chiron and I listened. My mother's lyre. He had brought it with him. 'I wish I had known,' I said the first day, when he had showed it to me. 'I almost did not come, because I did not want to leave it.' He smiled. 'Now I know how to make you follow me everywhere.

Achilles nodded and bent over the lyre. I did not have time to wonder about his intervention. His fingers touched the strings, and all my thoughts were displaced. The sound was pure and sweet as water, bright as lemons. It was like no music I had ever heard before. It had warmth as a fire does, a texture and weight like polished ivory. It buoyed and soothed at once. A few hairs slipped forward to hang over his eyes as he played. They were fine as lure strings themselves, and shone.

Aquiles pulsó otra vez las cuerdas y de ellas brotó otra vez la música. En esta ocasión también cantó, pergeñando un acompañamiento con su clara y rica voz de tiple. Echó la cabeza ligeramente hacia atrás, dejando expuesta la fina piel del cuello, suave como la de un cervato. Una leve sonrisa le aupaba la comisura izquierda de la boca. Me incliné hacia delante casi sin pretenderlo.

A boy trained for music and medicine, unleashed for murder.

He touched his fingers to the strings. The notes leapt out into the air, bright and silver-sweet. He gathered them into a melody as effortlessly as if he were a god of music himself, so that the whole room seemed to live inside the sound.

The sound was pure and sweet as water, bright as lemons. It was like no music I had ever heard before. It had warmth as a fire does, a texture and weight like polished ivory. It

Later Achilles would play the lyre, as Chiron and I listened. My mother's lyre. He had brought it with him.

Patroclus. A voice like music, above me. I look up to see a man leaning on the walls as if sunning, dark hair to his shoulders, a quiver and bow slung casually around his torso. Startled, I slip a little, my knees scraping the rock. He is piercingly beautiful, smooth skin and a finely cut face that glows with something more than human. Black eyes. Apollo.

It wasn't my only gift. I had found a seasoned piece of ash and began to fashion it secretly, carving off its soft layers. Over nearly two months a shape had emerged—a boy playing the lyre, head raised to the sky, mouth open, as if he were singing. I had it with me now, as I walked.

And he said nothing. Just put his arms around her more closely as the whole heart clinic and their friends and relations danced to the music of "Hey Jude".

THERE are more parades in this city than any of us know about. There was one yesterday that went unwitnessed and unadmired except by two policemen and me, and it was a real parade, with marching men, all in line and all in step, and martial music.

For a long moment they gazed at each other, and Freddy felt her mouth go dry and her heartbeat accelerate. If the evening ended right now, she would still remember this moment for all her days. The music, the perfume of the flower baskets, and the hard look of desire in Dal's eyes.

If you want me to sing this Christmas song with the feeling and the meaning, you better see if you can locate that check.

I hope to bring people to God with my songs.

Blues are the songs of despair, but gospel songs are the songs of hope.

How can you sing of amazing grace and all God's wonders without using your hands?

I melt at your glances and become music.

Quiere ser una mariposa. ¿Las mariposas tienen recuerdos? Las mariposas son los recuerdos del que sabe cantar junto a las fuentes. ¿Y el canta? Aún es pequeño.

All I have to do is say the word and no record label will ever touch Bad Luck. You'll be out of business faster than the fat one from N'Sync.

Music is the social act of communication among people, a gesture of friendship, the strongest there is.

Music is more emotional than prose, more revolutionary than poetry. I'm not saying I've got the answers, just a of questions that I don't hear other artists asking.

I like 'Bewitched' off the first album because it's one of the happiest songs I've ever written and, as any writer will tell you, happy songs are a million times more difficult to write than sad songs.