Quotes About Instrument

Some composers end up writing for the guitar as they would write piano music or, more often, harp music. It isn't the same.

The distinguishing mark of man is the hand, the instrument with which he does all his mischief.

I got a little baby grand piano off Craigslist for, like, $500. It's a beautiful instrument that you hear on a bunch of the songs. That's that piano on 'Keep Your Name' and 'Work Together' and 'Little Bubble.'

I get on a real serious health kick when I'm on the road, because as a singer, you can't really get sick. If you get sick, your whole instrument stops working. I've done all these different vitamin drinks. I drink coconut water, and I run. I eat food. I juice.

This led me to understand that trade unionism, the instrument of working-class liberation and of social change could, and indeed should, be also an instrument of industrial progress.

I want to learn how to play an instrument. I want to break a world record. I'm just a very determined, motivated type of person.

I was a singer professionally when I was four years old, and I did not really begin to play any instrument - the first one, of course, was drums - till I was about nine years old.

My school had the dopest arts program - the dopest show choir, the dopest marching band. I couldn't sing or play an instrument a lick, but I was just going to fake it till I make it.

I don't use the harpsichord because it evokes a past time period: I use it because I like the sound.

An important instrument of economic policy-making in a market economy is credible, consistent, and timely communication.

I don't think it's about playing and singing, to be honest. That seems like old news, you know? I wasn't thinking about that. I just think that's in my body now. Dancers don't think about their legs moving one way and their arms moving another. Over time, you incorporate that into your instrument.

In the end, I didn't think I was good enough to use sax as a stage performer to get where I wanted, and thank God I chose my voice as my instrument instead. You need to be honest with yourself, and I was.

You believe that to be a medium you must hold your spirit aside to let another spirit come. That however, is not how it is. You must rather be a servant of the spirits, you must become a plastic instrument for the spirits' own hands. You must let your spirit be used, your prayer must be always May I be used.

What Roop says is correct. That thermometer hasn't worked in years." Sanger paused, looking around for Hansom before continuing. Not seeing the goatfish, he proceeded confidently, "Actually, I daresay my own studies have found the instrument to be so imprecise that it is my professional opinion that the temperature is just as likely to be going down as to be going up!

Talent is required, but much of writing is a matter of craft, which develops with time, attention, patience and practice, like playing an instrument or learning to dance.

Every time you pick up an instrument, it's not always out of necessity - for a certain kind of person, it's a choice.

As time progressed, my songwriting developed out of my bass, because that's all I could do. I decided to take it as far as it could go and to use my skill as a tool.

For me a watch is a really beautiful instrument. I don't so much care what time it is but I do love watches, and I love how they're constructed.

You need to express things stronger today, more so than in the Baroque time, and you need to expand the expressiveness of the instrument.

Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one that people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving. Remember that she was the woman with the instrument strapped to her body in the long, moon-slit night.

She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging onto her as she hauled the words in and breathed them out. A voice played the notes inside her. This, it said, is your accordion.

Papa was an accordion. But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one than people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving. Remember that she was the woman with the instrument strapped to her body in the long, moon-slit night.

How quickly self rises to the surface, and the instrument is ready to believe he is something more than an instrument! How sadly easy it is to make of the very service God entrusts us with a pedestal on which to display ourselves. But God will not share His glory with another, and therefore does He hide those who may be tempted to take some of it unto themselves. It is only by retiring from public view and getting alone with God that we can learn our own nothingness.