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Music heals the soul, we kneel to the fallen.
— Sixeye
In the Belgian backwaters, south of Bruges, there lives a reclusive English composer, named Vyvyan Ayrs. You won’t have heard of him because you’re a musical oaf, but he’s one of the greats.
— David Mitchell
Music is the space between the notes as much as the notes themselves
—  it's defined as much by silence as by sound.
Long live the pioneersRebels and mutineersGo forth and have no fearCome close the end is near
— X Ambassadors
Part of my music is being alone, having that time to shut down all other noises to hear the tune underneath.
— David Levithan, How They Met, and Other Stories
He turned around to see the bass drum popping and the horn sections pointing their instruments to the balconies and sending glorious notes to the rooftops.
— Hunter Murphy, Imogene in New Orleans
A good crowd had formed along the sidewalk and the concrete ledge that bordered Louis Armstrong Park. The anticipation was dizzying...New Orleans had the big-boy parades and [Jackson & Billy] couldn't wait to attend a second line...
— Hunter Murphy, Imogene in New Orleans
A voice said: One. One. One, two. One, two. Then the footsteps went back into the distance. After a while, another voice said: One, two, three, four- And the universe came into being. It was wrong to call it a big bang. That would just be noise, and all that noise could create is more noise and a cosmos full of random particles. Matter exploded into being, apparently as chaos, but in fact as a chord. The ultimate power chord. Everything, all together, streaming out in one huge rush that contained within itself, like reverse fossils, everything that it was going to be. And, zigzagging through the expanding cloud, alive, that first wild live music. This had shape. It had spin. It had rhythm. It had a beat, and you could dance to it. Everything did.
— Terry Pratchett, Soul Music
He turned the music up loud. So what if it would deafen him? It made him happy. Like it had so many times before.
— Stuart McLean
People are like songs to me. About 60 seconds in, I'll know whether or not to add them to my 'favorites.
— Crystal Woods, Better to be able to love than to be loveable
There are 2 kinds of artists, essentially: those who want to make something popular, and those who want to make something dignified. But then there is still that rare hybrid case, and perhaps by that unintentional stroke of genius, in which one's work uncontrollably becomes both popular and dignified yet beyond its time.
— Criss Jami, Healology
Maybe the internet raised us, or maybe people are jerks.
— Lorde
Music promotes spiritual, physical and emotional well-being.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
The impact of music is so great that you'll leave your book and start dancing.
— Michael Bassey Johnson
Funny, cute and kissableI've found a girl that makes me lose controlEvery night's like the first nightNever gettin' old
— The Summer Set
And I have fitted up some chambers thereLooking towards the golden Eastern air,And level with the living winds, which flowLike waves above the living waves below.—I have sent books and music there, and allThose instruments with which high spirits callThe future from its cradle, and the pastOut of its grave, and make the present lastIn thoughts and joys which sleep, but cannot die,Folded within their own eternity.
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Major Works
I never thought being obnoxious would get me where I am today
— Green Day
He doesn't comment on any of the music I play: Sonny Rollins followed by AC/DC followed by the Broadway score from My Fair Lady.
— Tawni O'Dell, Sister Mine
Music awaken our soul.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
Music is breath of life.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
Music lifted our spirit.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
You can forget me now because I was never welcome.
— Mike Shinoda
Yeah,You rocked my world foreverI know you still rememberHow we felt beforeYeah,We should be together'Cause nothing could be betterThan the way we wereBaby, let's go back to the way we wereLet's turn back the clockThis time we'll take it slowYou can stay the night,This time I won't let goAnd when the morning comes,We can start all over, over againWhy did we say goodbye?Let's go back tonight
— The Summer Set
Elizabeth was not playing for the sake of exhibiting her virtuosity: she played for joy.
— Mary Street, The Confession of Fitzwilliam Darcy
There is something intimate about playing a duet. It's touching the soul of another person without ever touching the flesh.
— Courtney M. Privett, Arrow of Entropy
You can leave your place you are sitting at without leaving that place either by playing music or by listening to music! Music is a migration to the unknown!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Music is the only truth that everyone do listen, feels, believes and loves.
— Navnath Godse
...there is a void in my guts which can only be filled by songs.
— Jessica Hopper
Another interview, some more personal philosophy shared with the people of Japan:“You are in favour with women,” he is told. “Do you have any secret to be sexy?”“Yeah”, he answers. “Get famous and rich. Yeah, If you’re famous and rich, you become better-looking instantly. In fact, I’m quite an average guy but it’s what people think I’ve got that makes me sexy, it’s not what I actually have.”<…>“It’s 50 percent of what you’ve got and 50 percent of what people think you’ve got that makes you sexy… Yeah, I’m rich. That makes me sexy. Sexy’s in the eye of the beholder. I don’t fancy me much. They’ve got the perception that I’m a bit of a wild one, and I think people like to think they can tame you.
— Chris Heath
Music lifted our spirit and awakens our soul.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
Repetition draws us into music, and repetition draws music into us.
— Elizabeth Hellmuth Margulis, On Repeat: How Music Plays the Mind
I know you ain't a drug but you get me so high...
— Doja-Cat
Oh, the truth I must tellIs I'm lonely as hellStill looking for myself
— The Summer Set
A love of classical music is only partially a natural response to hearing the works performed; it also must come about by a decision to listen carefully, to pay close attention, a decision inevitably motivated by the cultural and social prestige of the art.
— Charles Rosen
Every man whose tastes have been allowed to develop in wrong directions, or in whom the best tastes have failed of higher perfection, loses thereby from the inner joy and outer value of his whole life. Every good taste is a source and guarantee of happy healthy hours and days, and thus of the enrichment and elevation of life. A reasonable capacity to appreciate music and art quite suffices to enrich life and exercise a wholesome influence upon character. The taste for good reading is inseparable from a taste for good thinking.
— Edward O. Sisson
If the boy who drawslets you look over his shoulder.If the poetsmilesand shows you her words.If the girl who sings for the shower only,hums a songin front of you.Know that you’re no longer a personbut the airand dustthat fills their lungs.When the world perishes,and all things cease to exist,you’ll remain inside an ink stain,a paint brush,a song.Poem N. 8
— Alaska Gold, Growing Light
All people are musicians" Wit countered. "The question is whether or not they share their songs.
— Brandon Sanderson, Words of Radiance
I said I'm selfish, I'm a liar and I'm brokenShit runs through my head every day that I would never tell anyoneYou're just like meThe only difference is that I'm honest enough to scream my flaws in the lines of this song
— Real Friends
I like music,' she said slowly, 'because when I hear it, I...I lose myself within myself if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once.
— Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass
Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, then it’s not the end.
— Ed Sheeran
That's the funny thing about music. Part of the magic, I quess. Sometimes it replenishes me, like I'm feeding off its energy and it fills me. And other times, it pulls at my pain, weaves its way through the strands of my soul and wrecks it".
— Caisey Quinn, Leaving Amarillo
I spend my nights thinking the worstAnd telling myself that everything's going to work outI keep kicking myself in the mouthOpening up every cut that should be a scar by now
— Real Friends
What are words without the melody?
— Shannon L. Alder
The shades of colours are splendid.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
Music escapes ideological characterization. Just as there are some social scientists who believe that what cannot be measured does not truly exist, and some psychologists used to believe that consciousness does not exist because it cannot be observed by instruments, so ideologists find anything that escapes their conceptual framework threatening - because ideologists want a simple principle, or a few simple principles, by which all things may be judged. When I was a student, I lived with a hard-line dialectical materialist who said that Schubert was a typical petit bourgeois pessimist, whose music would die out once objective causes for pessimism ceased to exist. But I suspect that even he was not entirely happy with this formulation.
— Theodore Dalrymple
The best songs are written through our anger. Even though feelings change over time, our lyrics will always remain inside the song as a way of reminding us how far and how much stronger we've become since then.
— Kastle King
I earned my place,With the tidal waves.I can't escape this feeling,That something ain't right.I called my nameAs I crashed the gates,Still I can't escape this feelingThat something ain't right.
— All Time Low
You'll spend every Saturday night on the bathroom floor with no recollection of the night before You're a train wreck and everything that's in between Being alone doesn't seem so bad to me
— Real Friends
the flute is the true magical rod that changes all it touches in the inward world; an enchanter's wand at which the secret depths of the soul open. The inward world is the true world," said Vult; "the moonlight that shines into our hearts.
— Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Walt and Vult, or The Twins
Embrace your journey and those who come across your path. Be gracious in your endeavors. Focus on your craft. Those who support your dreams now and feel your sincere humility and gratitude will be there 20, 30, 40 years from now, padding your old bones and time worn, weary soul.
— Ann Marie Frohoff
You used to make me feel like I could walk on waterNow most nights I'm just sinking down and downYou're the reason why I can't listen to the same songs I used to
— Real Friends
I'm sorry for breaking down when I should've been stitching myself back up
— Real Friends
I won't forget when I couldn't go to bed with the lights offWhen I heard that voice call me in for the nightI remember when love was just a word and not a fightAll I had to worry about were broken bones and being left alone
— Real Friends
Fee-fi-fo-fum, you better run and hideI smell the blood of a petty little coward
— Set it off
Watch out, every day miraculous encounter with you and God!
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
You sold your soul to feed your vanity..
— The Scorpions
Back then he'd hammered out rags as rough as the planks that made up that schoolhouse stage. Over the years he's taken a saw and rasp to those tunes and smoothed them at the edges, sanded them slowly over time with finer and finer grit paper, and applied a polish to them. The songs are comfortable now. People can take their shoes off to dance without fear of a spike in the foot; they can lie back on that smooth and waxed wood to take a nap in the afternoon or make love all night long. Oliver sees himself as a carpenter, a craftsman putting notes and melodies together, fitting them when they will, stepping back to rest and reconsider when they won't.
— Richard J. Alley, Five Night Stand
For he had never heard anything like it--did not know such music existed in the world--and it was hard to believe that a man he knew could play it with his own two hands. There were parts of it like birdsong, and parts like rolling thunder and hard rain, and parts that glittered like fresh snow when the sun comes out and it’s so cold the air takes your breath away. And parts were like a dust devil spinning past, or a cyclone on the horizon, and all of it cried out for words that he had only read in books and had never said aloud.
— Mary Doria Russell, Doc
If every citizen should recite their national anthem daily, you will develop love to serve your country better.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
Music is the truth that everyone do listen, feels, believes and loves.
— Navnath Godse
Music carries the weight of being human, takes it away so you don't have to think at all, you just have to listen. Music tells every story there is.
— Estelle Laure, This Raging Light
leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart.
— Sanober  Khan, Turquoise Silence
I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.
— Sanober  Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
Not for the first time, it occurred to me that sorrow could be purified into song the same way a piece of coal is purified into a diamond.
— Ron Rash, Saints at the River
Life is like playing a guitar and meditation is like music. Small session of rehearsals daily won’t show much but would make you ROCK in the long run.
— Vikrmn, Guru with Guitar
An ordinary place turns into an extraordinary place when visited by a good music! Earthly place becomes celestial!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
The harbour of influence is richer in the cemeteries where people are buried with their music on their tongues unsung. Don't leave your potentials untouched!
— Israelmore Ayivor, Leaders' Watchwords
Look deeply into life, and study it as diligently as the other arts and sciences.
— Robert Schumann, Advice to Young Musicians
Art is the reflection of pure emotion and mind, the nature of sensation. An artist illustrates that.
— Unarine Ramaru
For the fact was drugs were not necessary to most of us, because the music, youth, sweaty bodies were enough. And if it was too hot, too humid to sleep the next day, and we awoke bathed in sweat, it did not matter: We remained in a state of animated suspension the whole hot day. We lived for music, we lived for Beauty, and we were poor. But we didn’t care where we were living, or what we had to do during the day to make it possible; eventually, if you waited long enough, you were finally standing before the mirror in that cheap room, looking at your face one last time, like an actor going onstage, before rushing out to walk in the door of that discotheque and see someone like Malone.
— Andrew Holleran, Dancer from the Dance
They were bound together by a common love of a certain kind of music, physical beauty, and style—all the things one shouldn’t throw away an ounce of energy pursuing, and sometimes throw away a life pursuing.
— Andrew Holleran, Dancer from the Dance
If thousands of Marathi people follow me that means they want revolution on Marathi land.
— Kjiva
We lived only to dance. What was the true characteristic of a queen, I wondered later on; and you could argue that forever. “What do we all have in common in this group?” I once asked a friend seriously, when it occurred to me how slender, how immaterial, how ephemeral the bond was that joined us; and he responded, “We all have lips.” Perhaps that is what we all had in common: no one was allowed to be serious, except about the importance of music, the glory of faces seen in the crowd. We had our songs, we had our faces! We had our web belts and painter’s jeans, our dyed tank tops and haircuts, the plaid shirts, bomber jackets, jungle fatigues, the all-important shoes.
— Andrew Holleran, Dancer from the Dance
To speak your Heart outnothing can be better than Night and Acoustic guitar !!
— Dinakar Phillip
the study of jurisprudence, by which I must earn my bread, has so withered and frozen the flowers of my fancy that they will never again seek the light. (To his Mother, November 11, 1829)
— Robert Schumann, The Letters Of Robert Schumann
Music is poetry in motion.
— P.M. Terrell
The Lord our God reigns!The Lord our God is righteous!
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
Awe-inspiring God.Amazing God.Awesome God.Almighty God.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
Use your special gifts to fulfil your divine purpose.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
Your special spiritual gifts and talents are your calling.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
Lets Rock Cancer's World
— Benny Bellamacina, Philosophical Uplifting Quotes and Poems
A bunch of bad songs, make an awful whine.
— Benny Bellamacina, Piddly Poems for Children
Children's voices - even those who couldn't carry the tune - are always appealing.
— Anne McCaffrey, Dragonseye
Creativity without commercialism will result in unseen masterpieces by unknown painters.
— Shriram Iyer
For that is the curious quality of the discotheque after you have gone there a long time: in the midst of all the lights, and music, the bodies, the dancing, the drugs, you are stiller than still within, and though you go through the motions of dancing you are thinking a thousand disparate things. You find yourself listening to the lyrics, and you wonder what these people around you are doing. They seemed crazed to you. You stand there on a floor moving your hips, wondering if there is such a thing as love, and conscious for the very first time that it is three-twenty-five and the night only half-over. You put the popper to your nostril, you put a hand out to lightly touch the sweaty, rigid stomach of the man dancing next to you, your own chest is streaming with sweat in that hot room, and you are thinking, as grave as a judge: What will I do with my life? What can any man do with his life? And you finally don’t know where to rest your eyes. You don’t know where to look, as you dance. You have been expelled from the communion of the saints.
— Andrew Holleran, Dancer from the Dance
I have been thinking about what might happen if they installed clappers to turn on and off the lights in a concert hall. Maybe they could spare the cost of hiring some people for the next rock concert.
— Linnea Gelland
The purpose of music as an art form, is to engage the audience.
— Unarine Ramaru
Leaders do not die with their music on their tongues unsung. They provide services that make them unleash their God-given potentials!
— Israelmore Ayivor, Leaders' Watchwords
We are all valuable. Humanity needs our individual services.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
Words suck. I mean, every thing has been said. I can't remember the last real interesting conversation I've had in a long time. Words aren't as important as the energy derived from music, especially live.
— Kurt Cobain, Journals
Music is energy. A mood, atmosphere. Feeling.
— Kurt Cobain
Controversy is a last resort for the talentless.
— Criss Jami, Healology
The nights were mainly made for saying things you can't say tomorrow day.
— Arctic Monkeys
Do your own thing. Others own their own thing. If you copy too much, you'll find yourself in late night cocktail lounge cover band limbo.
— Kurt Cobain, Journals
And I do, god, how I do love playing live, it's the most primal form of energy release you can share with other people besides having sex or taking drugs. So if you see a good live show on drugs and then later that evening have sex, you're basically covered all the bases of energy release, and we all need to let off steam. It's easier and safer than protesting abortion clinics or praising God or wanting to hurt your brother; so go to a show, dance around a bit and copulate.
— Kurt Cobain, Journals
Where does music go when it’s not playing?—she asked herself. And disarmed she would answer: May they make a harp out of my nerves when I die.
— Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart
In the soul of a lover, it is always spring where flowers of ecstasy are always blooming. Music of love is always playing.
— Debasish Mridha
I decided that in order to become a big famous rock star, I would need to write my very own songs instead of wasting my time learning other peoples music too much. It may act as an obstruction in developing your very own personal style.
— Kurt Cobain, Journals
Wind is the sacred music of the leaves; wherever and whenever the wind blows, over there leaves start their holy dancing frantically!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
STAINSWith red clay between my toes,and the sun setting over my head,the ghost of my mother blows in,riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord,riding on a honeysuckle breeze.Her teeth, the keys of a piano.I play her grinning ivory noteswith cadenced fumbling fingers,splattered with paint, textured with scars.A song rises up from the belly of my pastand rocks me in the bosom of buried memories.My mama’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lifetime of love and sorrow;Its brilliance nearly blinds me.My fingers tire, as though I've played this song for years.The tune swells red, dying around the edges of a setting sun.A magnolia breeze blows in strong, a heavenly taxi sent to carry my mother home. She will not say goodbye.For there is no truth in spoken farewells.I am pregnant with a poem,my life lost in its stanzas.My mama steps out of her dressand drops it, an inheritance falling to my feet.She stands alone: bathed, blooming,burdened with nothing of this world.Her body is naked and beautiful,her wings gray and scorched,her brown eyes piercing the brown of mine.I watch her departure, her flapping wings:She doesn’t look back, not even once,not even to whisper my name: Brenda.I lick the teeth of my piano mouth.With a painter’s hands,with a writer’s handswith rusty wrinkled hands,with hands soaked in the joys,the sorrows, the spillsof my mother’s life,I pick up eighty-one years of stainsAnd pull her dress over my head.Her stains look good on me.
— Brenda Sutton Rose
Then, as tonight, he had felt lonely, but soon had learnt the bounty of such loneliness. The music had breathed to him its message, to him alone amongst these ordinary folk, whispered its gentle secret. And now the star. Across the shoulders of these people a voice was speaking to him in a tongue that he alone could understand".
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Night Flight
Music is healing and soothing. It is the universal language of kindness and love.
— Debasish Mridha
The blues was bleeding the same blood as me.
— B.B. King
They sounded really professional because they had two Vox AC 30 amplifiers. I also had an AC 30, so when you looked at it, three AC 30s, three Fenders - bloody hell, it must be a great band!
— Tony Iommi
Every men create some sound. Be a melody in this universe not a noise! If you become a melody, the whole universe will listen to you!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
People everywhere, enjoying life, smiling, and just slowing down to let the world take care of itself for a few hours. The feeling was contagious. Especially when I stepped into McPherson's Pub to grab a bite of the special and listen to some traditional Irish music. The fiddle made me want to dance with myself, and many did. The drum beat like my very own heart. And some little flute that looked no wider than a pencil reminded me of the Aran Islands floating not too far from Abbeyglen.God was here tonight. In the strings of the guitar and the call of the singer's voice. I realize how often I overlook him back at home. And I know I don't want to do that anymore.The LORD will send His faithful love by day; His song will be with me in the night a prayer to the Gid of my life.
— Jenny B. Jones, There You'll Find Me
The terms that Sforza Cesarini offered Rossini, 400 Roman Scudi, were not ungenerous, though it must have been galling for Rossini to see the Figaro, Luigi Zamboni, getting almost twice as much, and the Almaviva, Manuel Garcia, being offered three times the amount. Of the first-night cast, only the 'altro buffo', Bartolomeo Botticelli, who played Bartolo, and the 'seconda donna', Elisabetta Lowselet, who played Berta, were paid less than the composer.
— Richard Osborne, Rossini
Music is love. Music is always about love.
— Maria Herliana
When you die you will not bring any possessions, but you will be accompanied by the song up into heaven…
— Maria Herliana
A culture which doesn't believe in region and religion is like a rock music, noise for old generation & nirvana for the young ones.
— Megha Khare, Write like no one is reading 2
Music is faithful…
— Maria Herliana
A song rises up from the belly of my pastand rocks me in the bosom of buried memories.
— Brenda Sutton Rose
I never knew cocaine to improve anything. When the white lines came out, it was time to call it a night: the music could only get worse. If I joined in, the next day's playback would provide clear evidence of the deterioration of both the performances and of my critical ability to judge them. I suspect that the surge in cocaine's popularity explains - at least in part - why so many great sixties artists made such bad records in the following decade.
— Joe Boyd
When my life changed, only music that doesn’t change from my life…
— Maria Herliana
My head phones always allow me to listen to myself
— Saahil Prem
When I became insane, the music that calms me down…
— Maria Herliana
Music is my emotional tranquilizers
— Maria Herliana
Wagner thought Rossini unserious; Rossini thought Wagner 'lacked sun'. Wagner also became the butt of a phrase Rossini had used down the years to describe musicians about whom he had certain reservations - "He has some beautiful moments but some bad quarters of an hour!
— Richard Osborne, Rossini
I Don't Waste My Time Doing Crosswords, As My Life Is The Only Puzzle I Care To Resolve!
— Latif Mercado
Women who are into Lord of The Rings & The Hobbit are, like, the coolest people in the world
— Ed Sheeran
A brilliant mind was first a listener that observed the actions of the people that loved and hated them, then found a way to express their feelings, when real communication was lost.
— Shannon L. Alder
When there's music in your soul, there's soul in your music.
— Criss Jami, Healology
She always says I'm the best friend that she's ever had... how do you hang up on someone who needs you that bad? ~From 'Laura' on The Nylon Curtain
— Billy Joel
I wanted to see everything. It was around the time I acquired language, or even before that time, when something happened that changed my relationship to the spin of the world. My concept of language, of what was possible with music was changed by this revelatory moment. It changed even the way I look at the sun.
— Joy Harjo, Suspended
There is no end to the things you don’t understand. The mind will search for a lie to give it an answer you can understand, but one song at the right time will challenge what you accept.
— Shannon L. Alder
Thank God For Writing, As Now I Can Work Until My Last Breath!
— Latif Mercado
You Can't Replace A Star with A Lightbulb
— Latif Mercado
You Can't Change Your Life... Until You Change Your Heart, and You Can't Change Your Heart... Until You Change Your Mind!
— Latif Mercado
Literature, although it stands apart by reason of the great destiny and general use of its medium in the affairs of men, is yet an art like other arts. Of these we may distinguish two great classes: those arts, like sculpture, painting, acting, which are representative, or as used to be said very clumsily, imitative; and those, like architecture, music, and the dance, which are self-sufficient, and merely presentative.
— Robert Louis Stevenson
It's Easy To Feel Like A Big Fish, When Your Pond is Just A Puddle!
— Latif Mercado
Bon Jovi is most definitely the key to how I am able to write so much in a day
— C.S. Woolley
This body, this body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in this body, this body holding me. Feeling eternal. All this pain is an illusion.
— Tool
You Can't Be A Hero To The World, If Your Aren't First A Hero In Your Home!
— Latif Mercado
You Don't Have To Be A Crook To Be Successful!
— Latif Mercado
To Me, The Best Part Of Success, Is The Journey!
— Latif Mercado
The poorest paid architect, engineer, general, author, sculptor, painter, lecturer, advocate, legislator, actor, preacher, singer is constructively in heaven when he is at work; and as for the musician with the fiddle-bow in his hand who sits in the midst of a great orchestra with the ebbing and flowing tides of divine sound washing over him--why, certainly, he is at work, if you wish to call it that, but lord, it's a sarcasm just the same.
— Mark Twain
The saxophone is the cocaine of the woodwind family, the sax teacher continues. Saxophonists are admired because they are dangerous, because they have explored a darker, more sinister side of themselves.
— Eleanor Catton
You promised me Heaven...And put me through Hell!
— Bon Jovi
Rock and roll was my favorite, but before long I grew to enjoy Shinamoto's brand of classical music. This was music from another world, which had its appeal, but more than that I loved it because she was a part of that world.
— Haruki Murakami
Never Let The Roosters Wake You!
— Latif Mercado
My Friends I Will Always Remember, And My Enemies I Will Never Forget!
— Latif Mercado
My Name Is Latif Mercado, And I Am... A Workaholic!
— Latif Mercado
Failures Are The Cornerstones Of Success!
— Latif Mercado
This empty kitchen's whereI'd while away the hoursJust next to my old chairYou'd usually have some flowersThe shelves of booksEven the picture hooksEverything is goneBut my heart is hanging onIf this old neighborhoodSurvived us both alrightDon't know that it withstoodAll the things that took our lightYou on the stairI can see you thereEverything is goneBut my heart is hanging onOnce there was a little girlUsed to wonder what she would beWent out into the big wide worldNow she's just a memoryThere used to be a little school hereWhere I learned to write my nameBut time has been a little cruel hereTime has no shameIt's just a place whereWe used to liveIt's just a place whereWe used to liveNow in another townYou lead another lifeAnd now upstairs and downYou're someone else's wifeHere in the dustThere's not a trace of usEverything is goneBut my heart is hanging onIt's just a place whereWe used to liveIt's just a place whereWe used to live.
— Mark Knopfler
A Decision That Can Change Your Life Forever, Can Happen In Just One Second.
— Latif Mercado
The Best Deal Is The One Where Everyone Walks Away Happy!
— Latif Mercado
Don't Rush Up The Stairs, you Just Might Fall. Take it One Step At A Time!
— Latif Mercado
The saxophone does not speak that language. The saxophone speaks the language of the underground, the jaded melancholy of the half-light—grimy and sexy and sweaty and hard. It is the language of orphans and bastards and whores.
— Eleanor Catton, The Rehearsal
... and I realise the only way to tell the others is through the way my voice can take these broken wordsand turn it into music. Turn it into poetry.And I sing to make myself come alive, but also for you,because I’d like this to mean something.To not disappear with the dark I will enter one day and so now I will tell.If not for you, then for my own heart,  because it tells me to,and I'm learning to listen.
— Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving
And in the endthe love you takeis equal tothe love you make
— The Beatles
And Esme remembered in a rush--the wolfsong, the haunting, lyrical spirals of it in the dawn quiet and the feeling of euphoria that had attended it. Even in recollection the howling uplifted her like the crescendo at the end of a symphony and made her heartbeat quicken.
— Laini Taylor, Lips Touch: Three Times
After that, I became kind of fascinated by her and by what I guessed was her ability to hear music in the silence. Back then, I'd wanted to be able to do that, too. So I took to watching her play, and though I told myself the reason for my attention was because she was as dedicated a musician as I was and that she was cute, the truth was that I also wanted to understand what she heard in the silence.
— Gayle Forman, Where She Went
She shakily rushed towards the car to find Alecto casually standing beside it, smoking a cigarette and staring fixedly on the radio as it played the song 'Draggin’ the Line' by Tommy James, his expression thoughtful. “What are you thinking about?” Mandy questioned.“Wouldn’t the world be a very loud place to live if we said everything we thought?” Alecto asked quietly.
— Rebecca McNutt, Smog City
AC/DC is very easy to miao along to!
— Jean Lowe Carlson
I should think that to hear such lovely music as that would really make him feel better."The lady gave a discriminating smile.	“I am afraid there are moments in life when even Beethoven has nothing to say to us. We must admit, however, that they are our worst moments.
— Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady
They say the silence is the language of God, but so is music. This is why we dance, we become loud in our silence.
— Aleksandra Ninkovic
If silence is to be broken, let it be with the majesty of music.
— Mark Hewer
Three miles from my adopted city lies a village where I came to peace.The world there was a calm place, even the great Danube no more than a pale ribbon tossed onto the landscapeby a girl’s careless hand. Into this stillness I had been ordered to recover. The hills were gold with late summer;my rooms were two, plus a small kitchen, situated upstairs in the back of a cottage at the end of the Herrengasse. From my window I could see onto the courtyard where a linden tree twined skyward — leafy umbilicus canted toward light, warped in the very act of yearning —and I would feed on the sun as if that alone would dismantle the silence around me.At first I raged. Then music raged in me,	 rising so swiftly I could not write quickly enough to ease the roiling. I would stop to light a lamp, and whatever I’d missed — larks flying to nest, church bells, the shepherd’s home-toward-evening song — rushed in, and Iwould rage again. I am by nature a conflagration; I would rather leap than sit and be looked at.So when my proud city spread her gypsy skirts, I reentered, burning towards her greater, constant light.Call me rough, ill-tempered, slovenly— I tell you, every tenderness I have ever known has been nothing but thwarted violence, an ache so permanent and deep, the lightest touch awakens it. . . . It is impossible to care enough. I have returned with a second Symphony and 15 Piano Variationswhich I’ve named Prometheus,after the rogue Titan, the half-a-god who knew the worst sin is to take what cannot be given back.I smile and bow, and the world is loud. And though I dare not lean in to shout Can’t you see that I’m deaf? —I also cannot stop listening.
— Rita Dove
Those who die with their music still on their tongues unsung are trying to say “God had made a deal with the wrong customer like me
— Israelmore Ayivor, Daily Drive 365
Some songs are never just ordinary songs, they become the memories you collect in your life.
— Seekerohan
She watched him take the trumpet from its case and fit the mouthpiece. She watched as he raised it to his lips and then, so suddenly, from that tiny cup of metal against his flesh, the sound would burst out like a glorious, brilliant knife dividing the air. And the little room would reverberate and the flies, jolted out of their torpor, would buzz round and round as if riding the swirling notes.
— Alexander McCall Smith, The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency
You never know what's around the next corner... So keep walking!
— Latif Mercado
I took a break, stretched, tried again, failed, kicked over the music stand (I am not proud of that), and wonder whether I had reached the limits of my musical ability. Maybe I'd never had any. Surely someone with a modicum of talent wouldn't have to work this hard.
— Rachel Hartman, Shadow Scale
It was a uniform that signified that one was a kind of downtown aesthete; not necessarily nihilistic, but a monk in the bohemian order.
— David Byrne
Yet even then the music has still a quality stern and implacable, deliberate and without passion so much as immolation, pleading, asking, for not love, not life, forbidding it to others, demanding in sonorous tones death as though death were the boon, like all Protestant music.
— William Faulkner
We need conscious entertainment that engage and influence its consumer to rational thinking.
— Unarine Ramaru
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 forgottenemotions buzzed through his brain. Ashamed of the flare of attraction he'd just allowedhimself, he turned away and faked a smile.
— Elaine  White, The Cellist
Jaxton hadn't changed, but he had. Maybe his old crush still hated him, but it shouldn'tmatter anymore. It didn't matter anymore. He was older, wiser and he had moved on. Jaxtonwas nothing more than an old high school crush.
— Elaine  White, The Cellist
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.
— Elaine  White, The Cellist
I remember him. Jaxton only knew I existed long enough to take the piss out of me. He certainly never liked me.” Roman sighed, giving his side of the story, though it was a slantedone. Only three people knew the real story; him, Jaxton and Ben, and it was far from the tale of bully and victim that Jaxton kept telling people.“Yeah, that's what he said,” Thayer agreed, with a laugh.Roman wasn't even surprised. Disappointed, but never surprised.
— Elaine  White, The Cellist
Jaxton couldn't get his mind to settle on one thought, as he stared at the ground.Roman was here, after all these years. He was just a few steps away from him, talking and flirting with Thayer, as if the last six years had been nothing.Where had he been? Why did he leave? Why didn't he tell him where he was going, and why had he run off, without a word?Unable to focus his thoughts, he pushed them aside and ignored them. It was easier to pretend they didn't exist, than to face what they really meant.
— Elaine  White, The Cellist
Even after six years, he was still turned on by the bastard, still desperate to kiss his lips and see how it felt to kiss him into submission, until he saw him as more than a loser geek.He wanted to taste his tongue, to touch his abs and stroke his cock; do all the things that it was so wrong to want to do to him. Wrong because of Ben, because of his love for Ben,because he barely knew Jaxton, back then and now.What the hell was wrong with him?
— Elaine  White, The Cellist
After I had been studying with him for two years, Schoenberg said, "In order to write music, you must have a feeling for harmony." I explained to him that I had no feeling for harmony. He then said that I would always encounter an obstacle, that it would be as though I came to a wall through which I could not pass. I said, 'In that case I will devote my life to beating my head against that wall.
— John Cage
The Only Person I'm Prejudice Against, is The Lazy One!
— Latif Mercado
Attitude Is More Important Than Talent!
— Latif Mercado, Freestyle For Life
Attitude Is More Important Than Talent
— Latif Mercado
Everyone wants to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.
— Oprah Winfrey
While money can't buy happiness, it certainly lets you choose your own form of misery.
— Groucho Marx
The hardest thing in the world to understand is the income tax.
— Albert Einstein
Making money isn't hard in itself... What's hard is to earn it doing something worth devoting one's life to.
— Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
There’s no way that Michael Jackson or whoever Jackson should have a million thousand droople billion dollars and then there’s people starving. There’s no way! There’s no way that these people should own planes and there people don’t have houses. Apartments. Shacks. Drawers. Pants! I know you’re rich. I know you got 40 billion dollars, but can you just keep it to one house? You only need ONE house. And if you only got two kids, can you just keep it to two rooms? I mean why have 52 rooms and you know there’s somebody with no room?! It just don’t make sense to me. It don’t.
— Tupac Shakur
Class is an aura of confidence that is being sure without being cocky. Class has nothing to do with money. Class never runs scared. It is self-discipline and self-knowledge. It's the sure-footedness that comes with having proved you can meet life. 
— Ann Landers
The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much
—  it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little.
Don't think money does everything or you are going to end up doing everything for money.
— Voltaire
Money cannot buy health, but I'd settle for a diamond-studdedwheelchair.
— Dorothy Parker
I don't care if your dad is the Sultan of Brunei. You happened to be born into a privileged family. What you do with that truth is completely up to you. I'm here because I want to be with you. But if I didn't, all the money in the world wouldn't have changed my feelings for you.
— Nicholas Sparks, The Last Song
Simple, genuine goodness is the best capital to found the business of this life upon. It lasts when fame and money fail, and is the only riches we can take out of this world with us.
— Louisa May Alcott, Little Men
There's nothing in the world so demoralizing as money.
— Sophocles, Antigone
Don't give your money to the church. They should be giving their money to you.
— George Carlin
Money is a great servant but a bad master.
— Francis Bacon
The man who does more than he is paid for will soon be paid for more than he does.
— Napoleon Hill
There is only one class in the community that thinks more about money than the rich, and that is the poor.
— Oscar Wilde
People who want to make a million borrow a million first
— Sophie Kinsella, Shopaholic Takes Manhattan
Angel says that rich people don't like to tolerate much. Money gives you permission to just walk away from everything that isn't pretty and perfect. You can't put up with anything less than lovely. You spend your life running, avoiding, escaping.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Diary
It's easy to say you don't care about money when you have plenty of it.
— Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
No, not rich. I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing.
— Gabriel García Márquez
99% of all problems can be solved by money -- and for the other 1% there's alcohol.
— Quentin R. Bufogle
When somebody says it’s not about the money, it’s about the money.
— H.L. Mencken
When someone steals another's clothes, we call them a thief. Should we not give the same name to one who could clothe the naked and does not? The bread in your cupboard belongs to the hungry; the coat unused in your closet belongs to the one who needs it; the shoes rotting in your closet belong to the one who has no shoes; the money which you hoard up belongs to the poor.
— Basil the Great
Money often costs too much
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
In regards to the price of commodities, the rise of wages operates as simple interest does, the rise of profit operates like compound interest. Our merchants and masters complain much of the bad effects of high wages in raising the price and lessening the sale of goods. They say nothing concerning the bad effects of high profits. They are silent with regard to the pernicious effects of their own gains. They complain only of those of other people.
— Adam Smith, The Wealth of Nations
Money looks better in the bank than on your feet.
— Sophia Amoruso, #GIRLBOSS
He didn’t know what beget what, but he quickly learned that people with money to hide were powerful, and powerful people were violent. It was reliable math: as the amount of money being conveyed increased, so too did the level of paranoia; the psychotic behavior of his clients increasing with every figure added to the sum.
— T. Mountebank, Sister Sable
Alcohol ruined me financially and morally, broke my heart and the hearts of too many others. Even though it did this to me and it almost killed me and I haven't touched a drop of it in seventeen years, sometimes I wonder if I could get away with drinking some now. I totally subscribe to the notion that alcoholism is a mental illness because thinking like that is clearly insane.
— Craig Ferguson, American on Purpose: The Improbable Adventures of an Unlikely Patriot
You're broke, eh?"I been shaking two nickels together for a month, trying to get them to mate.
— Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep
I used to have a drug problem, now I make enough money.
— David Lee Roth
The man who damns money has obtained it dishonorably
—  the man who respects it has earned it.
[Credit is a system whereby] a person who can't pay, gets another person who can't pay, to guarantee that he can pay.
— Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit
It’s clearly a budget. It’s got lots of numbers in it.
— George W. Bush
In the words of the philosopher Sceptum, the founder of my profession: am I going to get paid for this?
— Terry Pratchett, Night Watch
America does not know the difference between money and sex. It treats sex like money because it treats sex as a medium of exchange, and it treats money like sex because it expects its money to get pregnant and reproduce.
— Peter Kreeft, How to Win the Culture War: A Christian Battle Plan for a Society in Crisis
The hand that gives is among the hand that takes. Money has no fatherland, financiers are without patriotism and without decency, their sole object is gain.
— Napoléon Bonaparte
I have a renewed commitment to elegance, she said, in case you think I'm just spending money for the fun of it. 
— Brian Andreas
He thinks we're made of money.
— Kristin Cashore, Fire
For I consider brains far superior to money in every way. You may have noticed that if one has money without brains, he cannot use it to his advantage; but if one has brains without money, they will enable him to live comfortably to the end of his days.
— L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
Money-makers are tiresome company, as they have no standard but cash value.
— Plato, The Republic
And, for an instant, she stared directly into those soft blue eyes and knew, with an instinctive mammalian certainty, that the exceedingly rich were no longer even remotely human.
— William Gibson, Count Zero
Until and unless you discover that money is the root of all good, you ask for your own destruction. When money ceases to become the means by which men deal with one another, then men become the tools of other men. Blood, whips and guns--or dollars. Take your choice--there is no other.
— Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
Having money isn't everything, not having it is.
— Kanye West
I wonder if there isn't a catch about having plenty of money? Does it eventually take the pleasure out of things?
— Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle
In the fashion industry, everything goes retro except the prices.
— Criss Jami, Killosophy
How reprehensible it is when those blessed with commodities insist on ignoring the poor. Better to torment them, force them into indentured servitude, inflict compulsion and blows—this at least produces a connection, fury and a pounding heart, and these too constitute a form of relationship. But to cower in elegant homes behind golden garden gates, fearful lest the breath of warm humankind touch you, unable to indulge in extravagances for fear they might be glimpsed by the embittered oppressed, to oppress and yet lack the courage to show yourself as an oppressor, even to fear the ones you are oppressing, feeling ill at ease in your own wealth and begrudging others their ease, to resort to disagreeable weapons that require neither true audacity nor manly courage, to have money, but only money, without splendor: That’s what things look like in our cities at present
— Robert Walser, The Tanners
Nobody was ever meant to remember or invent what he did with every cent. 
— Robert Frost
Not having money to spend doesn’t mean we can’t have well-spent moments every day. (42)
— Sarah Ban Breathnach, Peace and Plenty: Finding Your Path to Financial Serenity
The more you Learn, The more you earn
— Frank Clark