Quotes About Music

Una vida tranquila de reclusión en el campo, con la posibilidad de ser útil a aquellas personas a quienes es fácil hacer el bien y que no están acostumbradas a que nadie se preocupe por ellas. Después trabajar, con la esperanza de que sirva para algo; luego el descanso, la naturaleza, los libros, la música, el amor al prójimo… En eso consiste mi idea de la felicidad.

Spring has passed. Summer has gone. And Winter is here. And the song that I meant to sing remains unsung. For I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument.

A quiet secluded life in the country with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor—such is my idea of happiness.

Listening carefully to classical music, writing letters, reading the classics and walking were just some of the activities that she used to rekindle her spirit and reconnect with a part of herself she thought she had lost.

Be more alive to the wonders that inhabit your days: gentle breezes, squirrels chasing each other in a park and music that is so wonderful it makes you cry.

Cuando trabajas, tú eres la flauta que convierte en música el susurro de las horas. Amar

Art feeds my soul. Great books battleproof my hope. Rich conversations magnify my creativity. Wonderful music uplifts my heart. Beautiful sights fortify my spirit.

And we began to sing and play, To lightly dance in rings and faster turn. No man within that hall could keep his seat But needs must dance and leap Against his will. This was the way we danced them to the door And sent them on their way into the world Where they will leap amain Till they think one kind thought. from The Dancing of the Lord of Weir

Pop pollution has an effect on musical appreciation comparable to pornography on sex. All that is beautiful, special and full of love is replaced by a grinding mechanism. Just as porn addicts lose the capacity for real sexual love, so do pop addicts lose the capacity for genuine musical experience.

There's a real question as to what beauty is and why it's important to us. Many pseudo-philosophers try to answer these questions and tell us they're not really answerable. I draw on art and literature, and music in particular, because music is a wonderful example of something that's in this world but not of this world. Great works of music speak to us from another realm even though they speak to us in ordinary physical sounds.

Moreover, since it is in the nature of tastes to differ, how can a standard erected by one person's taste be used to cast judgement on another's? How, for example, can we pretend that one type of music is superior or inferior to another when comparative judgements merely reflect the taste of the one who makes them?

Music, Schopenhauer wrote, is not unconscious arithmetic, as Leibniz had claimed, but unconscious philosophy, since in music the inner essence of the world, which is will, is made directly present to the mind.

Hegel, that the intellectual life is ultimately a spiritual endeavour to synthesize art, music, religion, politics and philosophy

It seems therefore that our best attempts at explaining the beauty of works of abstract art like music and architecture involve linking them by chains of metaphor to human action, life and emotion. If we are to understand the nature of artistic meaning, therefore, we must first understand the logic of figurative language.

The root cause of our musical crisis is the same as the root cause of so many other crises during our century: namely, the rise of the intelligentsia as a priesthood of unbelievers.

In the German city-states there emerged thereafter a high culture, in which literature, philosophy, music, art and architecture were all spurred on by the rivalry of local sovereigns and the spread of Enlightenment ideas.

Tonight I will suck the marrow from your bones!" it said. "I will dry them and work them most cunningly into instruments of music! Whenever I play upon them, your spirit will writhe in bodiless agony!" "You burn prettily," I said.

for things like migraine, high or low blood pressure, stomach cramps. I don't remember exactly, but Bach was the one prescribed most often, especially certain fugues from the Well-Tempered Clavier. Wait, I'll be back in a minute.

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears.

Tens of thousands of onlookers gaped in amazement as the shattered British troops marched out of Yorktown and, to the tune of an old English ballad, "The World Turned Upside Down

I know now, like drumbeats. Portentous, and a little sinister, like tympani strikes at the start of a gloomy symphony. Shostakovich, maybe.

Route 66. She headed north and east on it. Reacher started singing to himself, about getting his kicks. Then he stopped. Berenson

CD. The Summer of Love. The Mamas and the Papas, Jefferson Airplane, Big Brother and the Holding Company.

Listening to Dad's guitar, halting yet lovely in the search for phrasing, I thought: Fair is whatever God wants to do.