Quotes About Strings

It is no parlor trick: There is a skull and, in the dark, it is glowing. Somehow it is now floating above us all. Listen: The skull is speaking. It is saying your name. It knows about you and your favorite flower and all about your tenth birthday. But it does not matter. You are not convinced. For some reason, you are still full of doubt. You stare into the dark, looking for wires. Grasping for strings, you hold your hands out.

We are all puppets in the hands of fate and seldom see the strings.

I remember when I was coming up, the music stores where you could get guitar strings was where I got my records from. Now the place where you get your records from is where you can get your DJ mats and your mixers.

Giving with strings of secret expectations attached is the greatest invitation to heartbreak.

Giving with strings of secret expectations attached is the greatest invitation to heartbreak. That's not love. That's manipulation.

Giving with strings of secret expectations attached is the greatest invitation to heartbreak. That's not love. That's manipulation. And it's all so unrealistic.

I used to want a relationship with no strings attached, but then I realized the strings are what holds a real relationship together.

I use to want a relationship with no strings attached, but then I realized the strings are what holds a real relationship together.

He touched his fingers to the strings. The notes leapt out into the air, bright and silver-sweet. He gathered them into a melody as effortlessly as if he were a god of music himself, so that the whole room seemed to live inside the sound.

Inside, upstairs, where the planes are met, the spaces are long and low and lined in tasteful felt gray like that cocky stewardess's cap and filled with the kind of music you become aware of only when the elevator stops or when the dentist stops drilling. Plucked strings, no vocals, music that's used to being ignored, a kind of carpet in the air, to cover up a silence that might remind you of death.

Here was the puppeteer who was pulling strings all over the Empire. Didn't he know that the Fates were the only ones who could tweak the threads of destiny?

I've returned to being an amateur without any ties or strings attached, which gives me a freedom I never had before.

Besides directory paths on Windows, raw strings are also commonly used for regular expressions

It may be that we are puppets—puppets controlled by the strings of society. But at least we are puppets with perception, with awareness. And perhaps our awareness is the first step to our liberation. —Stanley Milgram

Generosity with strings is not generosity; It is a deal.

Music is about time,' I told her. 'It is about controlling time.' When she stopped playing, she looked thoughtful for a moment and said something like, 'I sometimes want to stop time. I sometimes want, in a happy moment, for a church bell never to ring again. I want not to ever have to go to the marker again. I want for the starlings to stop flying in the sky... But we are all at the mercy of time. We are all the strings, aren't we?

I sometimes want to stop time. I sometimes want, in a happy moment, for a church bell never to ring again. I want not to ever have to go to the market again. I want for the starlings to stop flying in the sky... But we are all at the mercy of time. We are all the strings, aren't we?

When she stopped playing, she looked thoughtful for a moment and said something like, 'I sometimes want to stop time. I sometimes want, in a happy moment, for a church bell never to ring again. I want not to ever have to go to the market again. I want for the starlings to stop flying in the sky. . . . But we are all at the mercy of time. We are all the strings, aren't we?

Nothing like a puppet to give you the willies.

the laws of physics, carefully constructed after thousands of years of experimentation, are nothing but the laws of harmony one can write down for strings and membranes. The laws of chemistry are the melodies that one can play on these strings. the universe is a symphony of strings. And the "Mind of God," which Einstein wrote eloquently about, is cosmic music resonating throughout hyperspace.

Then she lay silent as he moved his fingers over the strings with a grace that astounded and compelled. When he added his voice, keeping the volume low to avoid disturbing her neighbors, she felt her heart stop beating. A fallen angel might have a voice like that, she thought, hard and pure and with an unashamed sexuality to it that invited the listener into sin.

Twilight ran along the harp's bronze strings and the bard's voice rose and dropped, not unlike the fells to the east, making a twisting, hypnotic rhythm of poised and perfect words.

On the farm where chickens and turkeys laying there eggs On the farm where country folks play acoustic guitar strings

She dyed her hair orange, and it has these glittering purple strings in it