Quotes About Tune

Oh, my, oh, my. He's got such a lot of feelings, this Moomintroll. I won't think of him now. He's a splendid Moomin, but I don't have to think of him now. Tonight I'm alone with my tune, and tonight isn't tomorrow.

I try not to tune in to politics until it's two or three months before the election. Till then, it's like watching preseason football.

And although Jack could hear the master's shoes crunching on the deck some inches above his head, he could not possibly divine the particular emotional disturbance and the sickening dread of exposure that filled the poor man's loving heart. But he knew very well that his tight, self-contained world was hopelessly out of tune and he was haunted by the depressing sentiment of failure – of not having succeeded in what he had set out to do.

What idea have the south-country people of the Tyne? The truth is any object nearly 300 miles distant is not only entirely out of range of metropolitan sympathy, but pretty nearly out of the confines of metropolitan knowledge. To thousands and thousands the tune is barley a sound; it conveys no ideas.

Let argument bear no unmusical sound.

I try to update my arsenal constantly. Learning different martial arts since childhood. To understand what's out there. To really be in tune.

The music is all around us, all you have to do is listen.

I proceeded to a joint review of the British and American forces. There was a long march past in threes, during which the tune "United States Marines" bit so deeply into my memory that I could not get it out of my head.

One of the masked women imitates the sounds she hears and the ubiquitous tune, as she sways and runs her hand through her hair. A rutting mare, a slender block of ice, warm for others but not for herself, she seems to be split in two: fire from the waist down, straight lines above. Growing more sensual by the minute, more labile and smiling, her mask redder, flame is her nest, the flash of her eyes stony gray.

Couldn't I try. . . . Naturally, it wouldn't be a question of a tune . . . but couldn't I, in another medium? . . . It would have to be a book: I don't know how to do anything else. But not a history book: history talks about what has existed—an existant can never justify the existence of another existant

My style is simple. It is out and out melody.

through my body. I'd be clearheaded, in tune with nature, grateful, close to God.

When I'm in the car and somebody comes on the radio singing the high notes, I try to sing along.

The jukebox played some hillbilly tune; steel guitar and emotion-choked moaning...

I am three notes in the middle of a song.

And it was in sheer self-defence that they obeyed - as if by dancing they somehow or other escaped from that tune, which seemed to be themselves.

anyone,then, who has tasted fairy fruit walks through life beside other people to a different tune from theirs

just like you can only tune into one radio channel, you can only tune into one reality channel, and that is the channel that you exist in. The catch is that we cannot communicate with them, we cannot enter these universes.

I have a lot of favorite songs. One of them is Lyle Lovett's version of 'If I Needed You.'

I think I was just bored one summer afternoon, and I decided to post a little video of me singing and playing guitar out of tune.

Harry, that's not a plan, it's a Looney Tune.

Music is the language of memory

If you ask me, music is the language of memory

They sang but had not human tune nor words