Quotes About Music

I turned on the radio and found a station playing "Hey Jude." It was true, I didn't want to make it bad. I wanted to take the sad song and make it better. It's just that I didn't know how. After

Peki güzel ÅŸark?lar neden üzüyor seni? Gerçek olmad?klar? için. Hiç mi? Hiçbir ÅŸey hem gerçek hem de güzel deÄŸildir.

He slid out drawers from the cabinet and pulled cards from the drawers, one after another. 'Henry Kissinger: war!''' 'Ornette Coleman: music!' 'Che Guevara: war!' 'Jeff Bezos: money!' 'Philip Guston: art!' 'Mahatma Gandhi: war!' 'But he was a pacifist', I said. 'Right! War!

And I love the idea of books being more than books, or being, rather, something other than books. I think the ideal experience of my book would be like listening to music. And I love the idea of books being more than books, or being, rather, something other than books. I think the ideal experience of my book would be like listening to music.

I walked through Long Island City, Woodside, Elmhurst, and Jackson Heights. I shook my tambourine the whole time, because it helped me remember that even though I was going through different neighborhoods, I was still me.

Este Sr. Nádegas, pai destes três, era um homem bem reputado, apesar de certos maliciosos afirmarem que ele tinha o hábito intestino de jogar fast and loose; e às vezes agoniava-se, o que se atribuía a ter sido mordido por uma tarântula. Tocar gaita-de-foles, de alguma forma, aliviava-o.

I desperately wish I had my tambourine with me now, because even after everything I'm still wearing heavy boots, and sometimes it helps to play a good beat

It's music that can only come from particular instruments, broken in particular ways, and yielded with particular humility. I also believe it brings God glory in a way that is completely unique on earth or in the heavens. And that's a thought that keeps me going, too.

I see music as fluid architecture.

Music, feelings of happiness, mythology, faces worn by time, certain twilights and certain places, want to tell us something, or they told us something that we should not have missed, or they are about to tell us something; this imminence of a revelation that is not produced is, perhaps, 'the aesthetic event'.

The task of art is to transform what is continuously happening to us, to transform all of these things into symbols, into music, into something which can last in man's memory. That is our duty. If we don't fulfill it, we feel unhappy.

Music, states of happiness, mythology, faces belaboured by time, certain twilights and certain places try to tell us something, or have said something we should have missed, or are about to say something; this imminence of a revelation which does not occur is, perhaps, the aesthetic phenomenon.

La música, los estados de felicidad, la mitología, las caras trabajadas por el tiempo, ciertos crepúsculos y ciertos lugares, quieren decirnos algo, o algo dijeron que no hubiéramos debido perder, o están por decir algo; esta inminencia de una revelación, que no se produce, es, quizá, el hecho estético.

I do not know whether music knows how to despair over music, or marble over marble, but literature is an art which knows how to prophesize the time in which it might have fallen silent, how to attack its own virtue, and how to fall in love with its own dissolution and court its own end.

Ta?no u tom trenutku ?ovek pomisli: Šta ne bih dao za sre?u da budem pored tebe na Islandu u velikom nepomi?nom danu i da delim sadašnjost kao što se deli muzika ili ukus ploda. Ta?no u tom trenutku ?ovek je bio sa njom na Islandu.

Por el acorde que no hemos oído, por los versos que no nos encontraron (su número es el número de la arena), por el inexplorado universo.

Não há uma só coisa no mundo que não seja misteriosa, mas esse mistério é mais evidente em determinadas coisas do que noutras. No mar, na cor amarela, nos olhos dos velhos e na música.

Há uma hora da tarde em que a planície está a ponto de dizer alguma coisa; nunca o diz ou talvez o diga infinitamente e não entendemos, ou entendemos mas é intraduzível como uma música...

Vi alguna lágrima. El hombre alzaba o alejaba la voz y los acordes casi iguales eran monótonos o, mejor aún, infinitos. Yo hubiera querido que el canto siguiera para siempre y fuera mi vida. ...

It really does look like musical sheets, frayed at the edges, constantly played, coming to you in tidal scores, in bars of canals with innumerable obbligati of bridges, mullioned windows, or curved crownings of Coducci cathedrals, not to mention the violin necks of gondolas. In fact, the whole city, especially at night, resembles a gigantic orchestra, with dimly lit music stands of palazzi, with a restless chorus of waves, with the falsetto of a star in the winter sky.

The music may have stopped but my heart beats to another tune, this rhythm called love.

Olga Rudge told a story about Wanda Landowska, the renowned harpsichordist. Landowska had been interrupted in mid-sentence by the arrival of friends and a fuss about tickets, and had come back after a quarter of an hour and continued her sentence from where she left off. 'Is it the working with different voices in the fugues etc. makes her able to keep all the threads in her hand separate and distinct?', Olga wondered, 'like in a way the cantos?

Orpheus struck dumb with hindsight.

Music is love, love is music, music is life, and I love my life. Thank you and good night.