Music expresses that which cannot be put into words.
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
Music is well said to be the speech of angels.
Music is well said to be the speech of angels; in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to man is felt to be so divine. It brings us near to the infinite.
Music, the greatest good that mortals know and all of heaven we have hear below.
Sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, and love belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality.
I think music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of humanity.
Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them.
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.
We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.
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.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven.
The loss of these tastes [for poetry and music] is a loss of happiness, and may possibly be injurious to the intellect, and more probably to the moral character, by enfeebling the emotional part of our nature.
In the beginning we were creating our music, ourselves, every night . . . starting with a few outlines, maybe a few words for a song. Sometimes we worked out in Venice, looking at the surf. We were together a lot and it was good times for all of us. Acid, sun, friends, the ocean, and poetry and music.
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