Music Quotes - Page 18

Don't Rush Up The Stairs, you Just Might Fall. Take it One Step At A Time!

A Decision That Can Change Your Life Forever, Can Happen In Just One Second.

Failures Are The Cornerstones Of Success!

Thank God For Writing, As Now I Can Work Until My Last Breath!

Attitude Is More Important Than Talent!

The Best Deal Is The One Where Everyone Walks Away Happy!

Of course, of course. Drugs, music, a new age dawning … and you came for an old book.

Mishaps in life echoes for eternity. Weeks from now, I will be harvesting my glory. Imagine greater!

A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do.

What I have achieved by industry and practice, anyone else with tolerable natural gift and ability can also achieve.

For me, Chanel is like music. There are certain notes and you have to make another tune with them

Success in the music industry isn’t something that you wait for or hope for. It is something that you create, day after day.

Patrick actually used to be popular before Sam bought him some good music.

Yeah, you're a regular Mozart...well, except for the whole music thing.

I remembered that Beethoven's symphonies had sometimes been given names... they should have call [the Fifth] the Vampire, because it simply refused to lie down and die.

If he were a man of strong mind, it only gave him fits; but a person of mere average intellect it usually sent mad.

I’d spend hours in HMVs, Virgin Megastores and second-hand record shops staffed by greasy-haired 40-year-olds dressed as 20-year-olds, listening to contemporary music of every genre – Britrock, heavy maiden, gang rap, brakebeat. And I came to a startling but unshakeable conclusion: no genuinely good music has been created since 1988.

Liberace was certainly master and commander of the ivories ~ he is the only pianist I can watch or listen to without suffering a case of 'Stagefright Sympathy Sickness'.

In his autobiography Stravinsky relates that the first music he remembers was made by a peasant, working his hand in his armpit to produce a rhytmic farting.

That´s the problem with planning a late night supper after the opera, not only does the hero or the heroine die singing, but you end up famished after the last notes of the finale.