Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
I think music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of humanity. It's something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we're from, everyone loves music.
Truly there would be reason to go mad were it not for music.
Music can change the world because it can change people.
You are the music while the music lasts.
I was born with music inside me. Music was one of my parts. Like my ribs, my kidneys, my liver, my heart. Like my blood. It was a force already within me when I arrived on the scene. It was a necessity for me-like food or water.
Music is well said to be the speech of angels.
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony.
Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Music touches us emotionally, where words alone can't.
Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the heart.
Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman.
The joy of music should never be interrupted by a commercial.
There is no truer truth obtainable by Man than comes of music
The whole problem can be stated quite simply by asking "Is there a meaning to music?" My answer would be, "Yes", And "Can you state in so many words what the meaning is?" My answer to that would be "No."
Is there a meaning to music? Yes. Can you state in so many words what the meaning is? No.
Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence.
I would say that music is the easiest means in which to express, but since words are my talent, I must try to express clumsily in words what the pure music would have done better.
Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not truth. Truth is not beauty. Beauty is not love. Love is not music. Music is THE BEST.
When you play, never mind who listens to you.
Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.
Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.
If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.
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