Quotes About Tune

To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing — Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird Who sings the same, unheard, As unto Crowd — The Fashion of the Ear Attireth that it hear In Dun, or fair — So whether it be Rune, Or whether it be none Is of within. The Tune is in the Tree — The Skeptic — showeth me — No Sir! In Thee!

Hope is the thing with feathers. Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches on the soul, And sings the tune without words, And never stops at all.

'Final Countdown' would be a welcomed tune, even as a competitor.

I've always had fun with music, but I prefer to listen to it rather than sing.

Life is water, dancing to the tune of solids.

For a person as obsessed with music as I am, I always hear a song in the back of my head, all the time, and that usually is my own tune. I've done that all my life.

I tend to worry about the minutiae of life. But living in the mountains of Idaho and having retreated from fame, I am more in tune with life.

My mom used to say not to go to college with a boyfriend, because you'll lose out on a true freshman experience." "Well, to be fair, your mom never met Peter Kavinsky. She didn't have all the facts. If she had met him…" Trina lets out a low whistle. "She might've been singing a different tune.

I remember being struck that, as with the Old Possum poems, Eliot had written "Billy McCaw" with a defined verse and chorus almost as if he were writing lyrics. Here Eliot betrays that he was American. I don't believe any British poet wrote at the time like this. Years later Valerie told me that Eliot invariably had a hit tune of the time in his head when he wrote what she called his "off-duty" poems.

Music, the mosaic of the air

What of it that you have quicker reflexes than most and vertical pupils in sunlight? That you can see in the dark like a cat? That you know a few spells? Big deal. I, my dear, once knew an innkeeper who could fart for ten minutes without stopping, playing the tune to the psalm Greet us, greet us, O, Morning Star.

My only true harmony lies deep within my soul, wherever that is. I know that somehow I am in tune with the universe.

The only thing that I miss lately in all music is somebody that will put out a melody that you can whistle. It doesn't seem like there's anything happening like that.

she swore in good mouth-filling oaths, but never smutty ones, and that was uncommon. She knew the prosody of profanity. . . . she knew the tune, as well as the words. She was not a raving beauty, but she had fine eyes and a Pre-Raphelite air of being too good for this world while at the same time exhibiting much of what this world desires in a woman, and I suppose I gaped at her and behaved clownishly.

Being spiritual is a far more intelligent way to exist. It means being in tune with the intelligence of the Creator.

Harmony is the inner cadence of contentment we feel when the melody of life is in tune.

Deus (...) deixa se afinar à vontade o instrumento, até que chegue a hora de se dansar.

So she dances around the room to a tune from down-stairs, her arms outstretched to an imaginary partner, the cigarette waving in her hand.)

There's a musicologist named Peter van der Merwe whose theory is that the blues generates tune families, and that their similarity to each other is in fact part of the pleasure you take in them - rather than the differentiation in which Jerome Kern and George Gershwin indulged to great effect.

Would you fight a woman, Mr. Radigan? I thought Western men more gallant." There was no yielding in Radigan. "When you opened the ball," he replied, "you called the tune.

His goal now, he continued, was to write "just kind of songy songs that the milkman can whistle."4

Reality is not one continuous and consistent stream, but is instead, a field of infinite possibilities over which we can exert enormous influence—that is, if we tune into the proper levels of mind.

Life is a song to me.