Quotes About Serenade

Music lives within thy lips Like a nightingale in roses.

The whole street took part in the serenade to Flor, Flor leaning against her high window, all ruffles and lace, drenched in moonlight. Down below Vadinho, her gallant knight, with the red rose in his hand, so red it was almost black, the rose of her love.

Be the voice of night and Florida in my ear. Use dusky words and dusky images. Darken your speech. Speak, even, as if I did not hear you speaking, But spoke for you perfectly in my thoughts, Conceiving words, As the night conceives the sea-sounds in silence, And out of their droning sibilants makes A serenade.

I personally like melodies. And Mani Sharma garu is the Melody Brahma.

She was the music heard faintly on the edge of sound.

Im a sucker for accents and any man who can actually sing and serenade you.

No music while making love... the sound of the love being made is better than music.

You," I said, "are sweet music in a distant room.

They're birds whose songs never fade.

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

Well-written words are music.

Walk my way and a thousand violins begin to play, or it might be the sound of your hello.

I don't think that I would ever do serenade to be romantic. You have to have so much balls to do that.

My first boyfriend that I ever had, actually sang a song that he wrote for me on-stage to ask me out. That was pretty romantic.

serenading us with "Cielito Lindo." How odd, isn't that Spanish?

Él no me dio flores o dulces. Me dio la luna y las estrellas. El infinito.

Music makes everything more romantic, doesn't it?

he didn't give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity

So no, he didn't give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity

THE GAMBLER,THE NUN,& THE RADIO Tonight, sent by the police, they come to serenade me.He laughed, then tapped his stomach.-I cannot laugh yet. As musicians they are fatal

Music, the mosaic of the air

he brought music of his own, and awakened every fairy echo with the tender accents of his oboe...

Wind chimes in your yard will serenade garden creatures — squirrels, fairies and angels.

I'll sing outside your window. I'm as old fashioned as they come.