Music Quotes - Page 11

Philosophy is the highest music.

God has abandoned you. Fear does not serve you. Your heart has betrayed you. Only the music can guide you.

The inner revolution will not be televised or sold on the Internet. It must take place within one's own mind and heart.

The truth is, going against the internal stream of ignorance is way more rebellious than trying to start some sort of cultural revolution.

Inspiration may be a form of super-consciousness, or
perhaps of subconsciousness - I wouldn't know. But I am
sure it is the antithesis of self-consciousness.

Musical training is a more potent instrument than any other, because rhythm and harmony find their way into the inward places of the soul.

It's harder to make the glass than break the glass.

A bunch of bad songs, make an awful whine.

It requires wisdom to understand wisdom: the music is nothing if the audience is deaf.

But the character of the music emphasized the tale as allegory-humorous, poignant, humane allegory-disclosing the metamorphosis of life itself, in which man moves from confident inexperience through the bitterness of experience, toward the rueful wisdom of self-knowledge.

You are the moon that breaks the night . You are the fear that I hate to fight. Times are wrong in all that is done. My treasure is love that I give to only one. Cherrish the treasures given to your heart and never let anything hurt from the start. You chose your path so accept and believe, that peace love and light are needed to breathe.

The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.

The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most; and I don't know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know that they've been listening to the sad songs longer than they've been living the unhappy lives.

All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.

As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over it, the more he marveled. She struck the keys with aplomb and ran from one end of the keyboard to the other without a stop.

Gloria watched the swollen white orb of a hot-air balloon rising over Navy Pier and knew she had to break it off with Oliver, for he was the type who would never enjoy hot-air balloons, Van Morrison songs, or mess, whether from orgasm or otherwise. But who was she to be dreaming about mess today?

Choice betrays character,” I said.

“That’s not true.” Loring moved his finger along the
sheet as if writing his name in cursive. “Eliza, you can’t judge a man solely on his actions. Sometimes actions are nothing more than reactions.

Jaxton met his gaze for just a second, then scowled and turned away.
The recognition in that look was painful; years of recollections and long forgotten
emotions buzzed through his brain. Ashamed of the flare of attraction he'd just allowed
himself, he turned away and faked a smile.

Jaxton hadn't changed, but he had. Maybe his old crush still hated him, but it shouldn't
matter anymore. It didn't matter anymore. He was older, wiser and he had moved on. Jaxton
was nothing more than an old high school crush.

I never had a childhood. Not like the rest of them anyway. I had a starting point from which I have never stopped running.