Quotes About Rhythm

I would describe my sound as classic Motown.

I loved Motown. I loved the musicality and the sound.

Time doesn't click on and on at the stroke. It comes and goes in waves and folds like water; it flutters and sifts like dust, rises, billows, falls back on itself. When a wave breaks, the water is not moving. The swell has traveled great distances but only the energy is moving, not the waves. Perhaps time moves through us and not through it.

He could hear rain pattering on the thatch, like a million mice line-dancing.

To wit: actions, like sounds, divide the flow of time into beats.[...]The quality of a man's life depends on the rhyhmic structure he is able to impose upon the input and output of energy.

The whole universe is a complex of rhythms, mused Amanda. We each of us feel a need to identify our bodily rhythms with those of the cosmos. The sea is the grand agency of rhythm. The grain-tops in the wind, the atoms that orbit are rhythmic. The uterus, which is a strong muscular organ, contracts with the birth of a baby - the rhythmic contractions, in fact, are the important motivations for the baby to emerge into the world. Rhythm is how it all begins.

The moon invented natural rhythm. Civilization uninvented it.

All narrative begins for me as listening. When I read, I listen. When I write, I listen—for silence, inflection, rhythm, rest.

The words dance in my head to the music in my mouth.

I hate clocks. They tick. Other things make noises in their time and need, but clocks mechanically beat the seconds to death.

Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while, and when you do you know that everything's connetcted to everything else.

The sound of silence is muted and unheard, music is quite the opposite.

For every thing there is a season, and a time for every purpose under the heaven: A time to kill, and a time to heal; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance. -Christian's thoughts

Time cannot be spurred on like a horse.

But here in the open air, this naked, solitary fiddle began a rhythm that played havoc with time, making patterns that set you to moving and told your heart it had been beating the wrong way all your misspent life.

Papa is restless in the Field. He cannot find the rhythm. He doesn't know the step. His eye upon the horizon; his mind is in the world. His heart has left us already. His feet will follow.

He was afraid that the secrets she'd kept would always be here, inside him, an ugly malignant thing lodged near enough to his heart to upset its rhythm, and though it could be removed, cut out, there would always be scars; bits and pieces of it would remain in his blood, making it wrong somehow, so that if he accidentally sliced his skin open, his blood would--for one heartbeat--flow as black as India ink before it remembered that it should be red.

Life is about timing.

Times are legion: a different one for every point in space. There is not one single time; there is a vast multitude of them. The time indicated by a particular clock measuring a particular phenomenon is called 'proper time' in physics. Every clock has its proper time. Every phenomenon that occurs has its proper time, its own rhythm.

Time has lost its first aspect or layer: its unity. It has a different rhythm in every different place and passes here differently from there.

Time has this way of slowing down and speeding up,depending on how it feels.

My rhythm was joined with that of the Mississippi seasons. To change would shift everything inside of me...

Singing is just a feeling set to music.

Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit." Once again the music is measured by silence. Christ is in the tomb as He was in His mother's womb, and just as that first silence was part of the rhythm that moved forward to the visible coming of Life into the world, this silence in the tomb carries the music forward in three great beats to the hour when Life shall again come out of darkness and sweeten and sanctify the world.