Quotes About Rhythm

another. Whereas any constant periodical appearance, or alteration of ideas, in seemingly equidistant spaces of duration, if constant

I LOVE, THE MELODY IN YOUR VOICE, THE SOUND OF YOUR LAUGHTER, THE RHYTHM OF YOUR WAYS, THE BEATING OF YOUR HEART. YOU, ARE MUSIC TO ME. Romantic

MUSIC IS THE SOUND OF LIFE, CELEBRATING ITSELF.

Geometry is 'number in space', music is 'number in time'.

The doctor listens in with a stethoscope and hears sounds of a warpath Indian drum.

Balance flow, not capacity.

Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink, Was caught up into love, and taught the whole Of life in a new rhythm.

And here fantastic fishes duskly float, Using the calm for waters, while their fires Throb out quick rhythms along the shallow air.

Dripping water freckled his shoulders and tapped against his hair.

He did not need the watch, the glance, or the gesture. He knew the time, it ticked out within him with atomic regularity. But the ceremony pleased him nonetheless.

Water, wind and birdsong were the echoes in this quiet place of a great chiming symphony that was surging around the world. Knee-deep in grasses and moon daisies, Stella stood and listened, swaying a little as the flowers and trees were swaying, her spirit voice singing loudly, though her lips were still, and every pulse in her body beating its hammer strokes in time to the song.

Festina Lente (Hurry in slowly)

She was a clock, I could tell by the ticking in her wrist. (I'd secretly slipped my thumb down, to feel her pulse as we danced. It was perfectly steady and wreaking havoc with mine.) I could keep time by you, I thought.

It was the tall white windmills that came to her mind. How their skinny long arms all turned, but never together, except for just once in a while two of them would be turning in unison, their arms poised at the same place in the sky.

Rhythm. Life is full of it; words should have it, too. But you have to train your ear. Listen to the waves on a quiet night; you'll pick up the cadence. Look at the patterns the wind makes in dry sand and you'll see how syllables in a sentence should fall. Arthur Gordon

The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other.

Lasciate che il cuore faccia una pausa, fosse anche solo il tempo di cento battiti, tanto per riprendere fiato, e tutto è finito. I miliardi di battiti precedenti non conterebbero più nulla.

The notes I handle no better than many pianists. But the pauses between the notes — ah, that is where the art resides!

The notes I handle no better than many pianists. But the pauses between the notes - ah, that is where the art resides.

The notes I can handle no better than many pianists. But the pauses between the notes-ah, that is where the art resides.

The pleasure we obtain from music comes from counting, but counting unconsciously. Music is nothing but unconscious arithmetic." - Liebniz

In laxity there is chaos and heedlessness as well as carelessness, and therefore the flow of energy is erratic. In relaxation there is careful adjustment, and hence energy is rhythmic.

The yogi's life is not measure by the number of his days but by the number of his breaths. Therefore, he follows the proper rhythmic patterns of slow deep breathing. These rhythmic patterns strengthen the respiratory system, soothe the nervous system and reduce craving. As desires and cravings diminish, the mind is set free and becomes a fit vehicle for concentration.

I love Bob Marley's music. The only person I really listen to. A little bit of Shabba Ranks sometimes, but I mostly listen to Bob Marley.