Quotes About Rhythm

Beauty is a sense of harmony.

Seemed to me that drumming was the best way to get close to God.

We find we breathe again, and hear the surgeon hum. Outside, in the street, a car starts up. The heart regularly Thunders.

Got ants in my pants and I need to dance, so big fine mama, come give me a chance.

The presence of water invites song and music; there is something about its flow, and the sound of its flow, that elicits other melodies.

There are several kinds of incongruity: – An incongruity between the economic realities of an industry (or of a public-service area); – An incongruity between the reality of an industry (or of a public-service area) and the assumptions about it; – An incongruity between the efforts of an industry (or a public-service area) and the values and expectations of its customers; – An internal incongruity within the rhythm or the logic of a process.

Texts are musical in that they take time, and the time texts take is musical time. The time of music and the time of texts always involve reaching for the next moment. Music is always moving toward the next note, and we are always reading beyond the individual word. Each sentence compels us to move forward; each paragraph carries us along to the denouement.

Upon the path, in the glint of mica and odd shining stones, lies the yellow and gray-blue feather of an unknown bird. And there comes a piercing intuition, by no means understood, that in this feather on the silver path, this rhythm of wood and leather sounds, breath, sun and wind, and rush of river, in a landscape without past or future time—in this instant, in all instants, transience and eternity, death and life are one.

Auden is an accomplished rhymer and Shakespeare is not.

Rhythm is what we beat our feet to. It is "the time relationship between tunes.

the best way to get players to coordinate their actions was to have them play the game in 4/4 time. The basic rule was that the player with the ball had to do something with it before the third beat: either pass, shoot, or start to dribble. When everyone is keeping time, it makes it easier to harmonize with one another, beat by beat.

When I'm writing, I'm more conscious of the sound, actually, than the meaning. I know what the rhythm of the sentence is going to be before I know what the words are going to be in it.

Timing. It's about timing.

I measure the moment in the heartbeats I skip

I thought: But isn't this a dance? Isn't all of this a dance? Isn't that what we do with words? Isn't that what we do when we talk, when we spar, when we make plans or leave it to chance? Some of it's choreographed. Some of the steps have been done for ages. And the rest—the rest is spontaneous. The rest has to be decided on the floor, in the moment, before the music ends.

I am three notes in the middle of a song.

Some people have lives; some people have music.

He treats his body like it's made of fireworks, each one timed to the beat. Is

Far out where the gulf deepens, small waves kick up, gather, then collapse, and new ones replace them; and this, even as he watches, repeats itself, and will do endlessly whether he is here or not to observe it.

Only a matter of timing.

Patterns exist in our seemingly patternless lives, and the most common pattern is the circle.

Music creates order out of chaos; for rythem imposes unianimity upon the divergent, melody imposes contuniuty upon the disjointed, and harmony imposes compatibility upon the incongruous.

It's better to dance than to march through life.

The other cyclists used to take breaks to watch him do it. Lean their bikes against the incline and time him with the second hand of their wristwatches. 62.8 every time. That kind of inability to improve is really very rare. That kind of consistency is miraculous, in a way.