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You feel the same hum at a Cohen concert that you do at a church or a synagogue, a feeling that emanates from the realization that the words and tunes you're about to hear represent the best efforts we humans can make to capture the mysteries that surround us, and that by listening and closing your eyes and singing along, you, too can somehow transcend.
— Liel Leibovitz
Music is the language of soul
—  it can express the deepest feelings of life which language cannot touch.
If you listen to music every day, you will strengthen your soul.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
There were some low moments out there on the road tonight—abandonment and what’s the point?—but then I pulled in a radio station from Albuquerque playing historical rap and breakdance circa 1982. Kurtis Blow and disco synthesizers made me feel like I could drive all night.
— Chris Kraus, I Love Dick
The forlorn notes of Cristofori’s Dream replaced the eerie silence, sending a chill up my neck. The piano sang in desperation. Lamenting strings pierced the air as if grieving on my behalf. The notes edged through my mind, and I stared across the room, right through the beige wall to the void beyond. My eyes labored through nothingness, searching for the tiniest fragment of hope to no avail.
— Anderson, Christie
Maybe a good goal would be to just at least always try to create something good. Like something that is connected to love in some way. Like the [musical] equivalent of…you can make a decision to be kind. You can make a decision to greet people kindly and make jokes with people and connect.
— Joanna Newsom
A Horse Lover's Guide To Music: Rock = Hoof Beats, Blues = Nostrils Flaring, Country = Pawing & Neighing, And You Could Keep Going...
— Emma Bullington
Perhaps no line of Cohen’s better captures the essence of his vision. He is telling his listeners what prophetically inclined rabbis have been telling theirs for thousands of years, namely that the world is a place of suffering, that no celestial cataclysm could ever change that, but that there are things here on this earth - art, love, friendship, kindness, music, sex - that have the power to redeem us.
— Liel Leibovitz, A Broken Hallelujah: Rock and Roll, Redemption, and the Life of Leonard Cohen
I can’t help but to dance!
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
I dance to music in my heart.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
I’d prefer silence and random jokes about the passing billboards and scenery, but I know how he likes music. I just hope he doesn’t start singing.
— C.B. Cook, Twinepathy
Perhaps there was an unstoppable magic inherent in music and art.
— Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart, wherever educated.
— Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
The gypsies believe the bear to be a brother to man because he has the same body beneath his hide, because he drinks beer, because he enjoys music and because he likes to dance.
— Ernest Hemingway
When I discovered music — when I discovered the craft of shaping a song — my being fell into place.
— Charlotte Eriksson
If you would dance, my pretty Count, I'll play the tune on my little guitar..
— Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Music, it seemed, could appear in many voices, and had all of the emotions and array of vocabulary as a human..
— Esther Dalseno, Drown
I'm gonna go put my earplugs in and practice piano for hours until my fingers bleed. I practice the piano with the focus of Helen Keller—and nothing can distract me from the scent of the music.-Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz
— Karen Quan
No, Tiny. Words. Passion. The danger of falling in love is you mistakenly believe the loved one is the only source of passion in your life. But there is passion everywhere. In music. In words. In the stories you tell and the stories you see. Find passion everywhere, and share it widely. Don't narrow it down to one thin line.
— David Levithan, Hold Me Closer: The Tiny Cooper Story
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music, Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled.
— Emily Dickinson
What I'm trying to do is make impressions. I think of myself as a colourist, adding different colours and shades by using different techniques and touching the guitar in different ways. I'd like to play sounds you can see if you've got your eyes closed.
— Lenny Breau
I dial her mum's number, then sit down cross-legged, facing the wall. When she comes on the line, she sounds uncertain, hesitant. 'Hey! Guess where I am?' I ask, my voice loud with false cheer. 'Rami told me. The Wellesly Hospital in Worthing. What's it like?' 'For a loony-bin it's actually quite decent,' I reply. 'I don't have Sky or an en-suite, and the menu isn't exactly à la carte, but you know...' I tail off. There is a silence. 'Do you have your own room?' Jenna asks, 'Oh yeah, yeah. I have a lovely view of the sea between the bars of my window.' She doesn't laugh. 'Have you started' -there is a pause as she searches for the right word -'threatment?''Yeah, yeah. We had group therapy today. Tomorrow we'll probably have art therapy - maybe I'll draw you a hourse and a garden. I know, perhaps they'll teach us to make baskets! Isn't that why they call us basket cases?''Flynn, stop,' Jennah softly implores.'And we'll probably have music therapy the day after. Maybe I'll get to play the tambourine. Or the triangle. I've always wanted to play the triangle!''Flynn-''No, I'm serious! I'll ask for some manuscript paper and see if I can write a composition for tambourine and triangle. Then I can post if off to you to hand in for my next composition assignment.''Flynn, listen-''Hold on, hold on! I'm making a note to myself now: Find fellow insane musician and start composing the Flynn Laukonen Sonata for Tambourine and Triangle.''Flynn-''And then, when they let me out, if they ever let me out, perhaps you could pull a few strigns and organize for me and my tambourine buddy to give a recital. I'm not sure where though -how about the subway at Marble Arch tube? Nice and central, good acoustics-''What are the other people like?' Jennah cuts in, an edge to her voice. I notice she doesn't use the word patients. Clever Jennah. For a moment there you almost made me forget I was locked up in a mental institution.'Round the bend, just like me,' I reply. 'I'm in excellent company. We'll be swapping suicide tips in no time at all!' I give a harsh laugh.
— Tabitha Suzuma, A Voice in the Distance
I was just going to stand here and watch it happen. I wasn’t going to say a fucking thing. Why? Because what did it matter? What did any of it matter?
— Joe Meno, Hairstyles of the Damned
And then as the knives and forks began to clank softly above the white tablecloths, the violins would rise alone, now suddenly mature although tentative and unsure just a short while before; slim and narrow-waisted, they eloquently proceeded with their task, took up again the lost human cause, and pleaded before the indifferent tribunal of stars, now set in a sky on which the shapes of the instruments floated like water signs or fragments of keys, unfinished lyres or swans, an imitatory, thoughtless starry commentary on the margin of music.
— Bruno Schulz
The dance is the silent partner of music and participates in a division of labor: music presents a stylized version of man’s consciousness in action—the dance presents a stylized version of man’s body in action.
— Ayn Rand, The Romantic Manifesto
Of all the arts, music is really the most abstract.
— Leo Ornstein
I would say that Op 31 had brought music just to the very edge … I just simply drew back and said, “beyond that lies complete chaos”.
— Leo Ornstein, Piano Works, 1913-1990
Even then, I could still appreciate the moment of simply making sounds with a group of people. There is another place you go to in those instances, and it feels vast, refreshing, like you're creating your own air to breathe. And even though it's never going to happen again and there's a palpable sense of mediocrity, there's still a connection that you wouldn't have otherwise, to the sound, to the people.
— Carrie Brownstein
You ought to enjoy the rhythm of the sacred ride.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
Lose yourself in the music, not the fog
— Keeper Peace
As he farmed, hard labor left his hands callused, the sun bleached his hair, his face leathered, and his heart throbbed with music.
— Brenda Sutton Rose, Dogwood Blues
MUSIC is, can, and will.
— Stephanie Lahart
You're just the girl of my dreamsBut it seems my dreams never come true
— Beck
His heart was like a battered guitar; worn and scuffed from a life spentout on the road, but still capableof bringing forth beautiful music.
— John Mark Green
May your song guide you home.
— Sophia Elaine Hanson, Vinyl
I want my rockstars dead.
— Bill Hicks
Only whispers can tell of the sweet dreams we knew so well. I'll see you around our dear ocean town.
— Adam Young, The Black Heart
Dour music has its own beauty, for the song of ruin is most fertile.
— Steven Erikson
With a good music and a good dance, you enhance your physical, emotional, spiritual and mental well-being.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
Dancing daily is a good physical activity.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
Sailboats with they were stars, floating softly through the sky, among our dreams that pay goodbye.
— Adam Young
Music transcends the boundaries of language.
— Heather Wolf, Kipnuk the Talking Dog
Music eats its young and gives birth to a new hybrid creature.
— David Byrne
Every now and then when I feel the doubt, I look inside myself and I see the way. The whole world full of possibilities. So you could be you and I could be me.
— Jonathan Anthony Burkett
When I was your age, I would go to plays all the time, just sit in the darkness and try to take it all in inside me. Contain everything in some corner of my heart so that when I had my shot, it could all come pouring out - all the lights and moments and colour.
— Brenna Ehrlich, Placid Girl
My flute, M. Poirot, is my oldest companion. When everything else fails, music remains.
— Agatha Christie
All my memories are things I gave away, traded for new days after days after days...
— Brenna Ehrlich, Placid Girl
You are giving me words to write a song and that's even better than butterflies.
— Noone
You are giving me words to write and that's even better than butterflies.
— Daphne Tsoulia
We would go out and play these songs and people could interpret them however the hell they wanted.
— Carrie Brownstein
I think sometimes in artwork or writing or music, you discover something that just needs to be created. It’s not even something that you want to create... You’re just pulled into it like an instrument. Like you’re part of a bigger plan.
— Danika Stone, Intaglio: The Snake and the Coins
According to the science writer Philip Ball, when it was pointed out to musicologist Deryck Cookethat Slavic and much Spanish music use minor keys for happy music, he claimed that their liveswere so hard that they didn’t really know what happiness was anyway.
— David Byrne
Dancing every night enhances a positive energy.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
Any performer tries to perform music as if for the first time, with all that energy and excitement that comes from discovering a new piece--maybe trying to recreate the memory of falling in love with a piece when hearing it first as a child--and just as people regularly say of a brilliant conductor that they seem to conduct as if recreating the energy an audience must have felt when the piece was first played decades, even centuries, before, so too I think we need to communicate our knowledge with the passion we first encountered as children.
— Armando Iannucci
Philosophy is the song of love with the music of morals.
— Debasish Mridha M.D.
We are all beautiful instruments of God. He created many notes in music so that we would not be stuck playing the same song. Be music always. Keep changing the keys, tones, pitch, and volume of each of the songs you create along your journey and play on. Nobody will ever reach ultimate perfection in this lifetime, but trying to achieve it is a full-time job. Start now and don't stop. Make your book of life a musical. Never abandon obligations, but have fun leaving behind a colorful legacy. Never allow anybody to be the composer of your own destiny. Take control of your life, and never allow limitations implanted by society, tell you how your music is supposed to sound — or how your book is supposed to be written.
— Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
One must indeed test the strings to this life, bounce the bow, wet the mouthpiece, prepare for the deeper music that follows.
— Mitch Albom, The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto
If life throws you a few bad notes, don't let them interrupt your song.
— Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
All the men in Daddy's records sang of love with drastically imbalanced emotion. In the span of three minutes, they begged for it and kicked it to the curb. They turned to anybody, even to God, with a perpetual request: Please send me someone to love. But once they got it, love scrambled them.
— Rashod Ollison, Soul Serenade: Rhythm, Blues & Coming of Age Through Vinyl
In search of love and music my whole life has beenIlluminationCorruptionAnd diving, diving, diving, diving down To pick up on every shiny thing
— Joni Mitchell
I made the valuable discovery that practicing wasn't a matter of time at all. It was a matter of intensity. Five minutes spent working consciously and hard at the elimination of an error, was worth five hours just playing away ignoring errors as if they hadn't happened.
— Leonard Wibberley
Make your book of life a musical. Never abandon obligations, but have fun leaving behind a colorful legacy. Never allow anybody to be the composer of your own destiny. Take control of your life, and never allow limitations implanted by society tell you how your music is supposed to sound — or how your book is supposed to be written.
— Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
She let herself fall backwards into the music, and it was like falling in a dream, without fear.It was like being a raindrop falling into the ocean that had started you.
— L.J. Smith, Secret Vampire
And there were the warm spaces in the music I loved the most, openings through which I could enter and lay my burdens down. There, behind the groove and riding on the melody, I was complete and free.
— Rashod Ollison, Soul Serenade: Rhythm, Blues & Coming of Age Through Vinyl
Music is essentially useless, as life is.
— George Santayana
Your pain is your own until you put it to music, then it belongs to everyone. You'll find it lightens the load.
— Beau North, Longbourn's Songbird
When you listen to good music in the morning makes a good day.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
That Jim Morrison song gets it all wrong. People are strange when you’re a stranger, but it’s not because they ignore you—it’s when they notice you and smile, that’s when you realize you’re alone out here. Their kindness is what makes you notice how weak you are. That’s when you know it’s not the city’s fault, it’s yours. These people are in the same strange town, but they’re not letting the strangeness eat them up and turn them into robots. That’s just you.
— Rob Sheffield
There’s only the one, see. When you fall in love with a girl, she’s the bloody White Album. That is what you whisper to yourself, when you don’t understand her at all. You just keep telling yourself, she’s the bloody Beatles White Album and there’s only one of her.
— Rob Sheffield, Turn Around Bright Eyes: The Rituals of Love & Karaoke
The music as always had a dark sweet luster, but it was more than ever like an endless beginning-a theme ever building to a climax which would never come.
— Anne Rice, The Queen of the Damned
The strength of my heart is the music in my spirit.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
Good music, good life.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
Nothing exists without music; for the universe itself is said to have been framed by a kind of harmony of sounds, and the heaven itself revolves under the tones of that harmony.
— Eustace Mandeville Wetenhall Tillyard, The Elizabethan World Picture
Over-familiar, the music has become a kind of audio-Valium, background music rather than something I listen to actively and attentively. A gin and tonic after a long day. A shame, I think, because while each note remains the same, I used to hear them differently. It used to sound better.
— David Nicholls
Music revived my spirit.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
In those years, hip-hop saved my life. I was still half alien to the people around me. I loved them, mostly because I'd realized that there was no other choice. Hip-hop gave me a common language, but that August, on liberated land, I found that there were other ways of speaking, a mother tongue that, no matter age, no matter interest, lived in us all.
— Ta-Nehisi Coates, The Beautiful Struggle: A Father, Two Sons and an Unlikely Road to Manhood
And then she'll know the things I learnedThat really have no value in the end she will surely knowI wasn't born to follow
— The Byrds
And Milo, full of thoughts and questions, curled up on the pages of tomorrow's music and eagerly awaited the dawn.
— Norton Juster
As I fingered my way through the songs, I felt my worries slough away. My music has always been the best remedy for my dark moods. As I sang, even my bruises seemed to pain me less.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear
There are those who dance the notes, and those who dance the music.
— Eva Ibbotson, A Company of Swans
There are those who dance the notes and those who dance the music.
— Eva Ibbotson
Self-publishing a shitty book doesn't make you an author any more than singing in the shower makes you a rockstar or squeezing your pimple makes you a dermatologist.
— Oliver Markus
In music, push yourself but not too hard; if you play too many sharps you may cut your fingers.
— Sneha Abraham
You can begin to dream, to love, to dance, to read, to sing, to study, to paint, to teach, to draw, to swim, to exercise, to write….!
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
If you move faster than the music, it will look strange; if you move slower than the music, it will look strange! Be like autumn leaves which follow exactly the rhythm of the wind!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
The ear favours no particular “point of view.”We are enveloped by sound.It forms a seamless web around us.We say, “Music shall fill the air.” We never say, “Music shall fill a particular segment of the air.”We hear sounds from everywhere, without ever having to focus. Sounds come from “above,” from “below,” from in “front” of us, from “behind” us, from our “right,” from our “left.”We can‘t shut out sound automatically. We simply are not equipped with earlids.Where a visual space is an organised continuum of a uniformed connected kind, the ear world is a world of simultaneous relationships.
— Marshall McLuhan, The Medium is the Massage
The more we give of ourself, the more we find ourself.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
Realized dreams often turn into nightmares.
— Lera Auerbach, Excess of Being
Her happiness flowed into every word in the song giving it new life
— Anamika Mishra, VoiceMates - A Novel
Luke, shut up. Yes, he could give me everything material," - she rested her hand over his heart - "but he couldn't give me this." She smiled at him, yet she was still tearful. "It wouldn't matter if you don't make another penny from music. We could be living in a cardboard box and begging, I don't care. I just want you, nothing else.""I love you so much it hurts," Luke whispered.
— Kat Green, Strings
She would pause sometimes to listen to the sound of the water as it lightly hit the walls of the fort. This too was music to her ears
—  it would calm her down and give her respite from the humdrum of life
Genius is when you strike a chord accidently, and the ensuing music is beyond your control
— Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom
This music ebbs and flows, irregular, sad. It reminds me, weirdly, of watching the ocean during a bad storm, the lashing, crashing waves and the spray of sea foam against the docks; the way it takes your breath away, the power and the hugeness of it.That’s exactly what happens as I listen to the music, as I come up over the final crest of hill, and the half-ruined barn and collapsing farmhouse fan out in front of me, just as the music swells, a wave about to break: The breath leaves my body all at once, and I’m struck dumb by the beauty of it. For a second it seems to me like I really am looking down at the ocean—a sea of people, writhing and dancing in the light spilling down from the barn like shadows twisting up around a flame.
— Lauren Oliver, Delirium
Strains of music spring up, crystallizing in the night air like rain turning suddenly to snow, drifting to earth.
— Lauren Oliver, Delirium
We will not sleep, but will all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye. You'll see me again. But you'll never know when. Hear that shifting, ambiguous rhythm, that promise of all things possible, and the ear is on its way to being free.
— Richard Powers, Orfeo
I feel as though I’m in a dream, where strange things are happening but they don’t feel strange. Everything is cloudy—everything is wrapped in a fog—and I’m filled from head to toe with the single, burning desire to get closer to the music, to hear the music better, for the music to go on and on and on.
— Lauren Oliver, Delirium
Music becomes flesh and thrives in a new world, a new man . . .He, the last-born, son of music and love, shall arise in triumph over an ample land, prophet of a soul yet more ample . . .
— Kostis Palamas
Basically, I have one feeling... the desire to get out of here. And any other feelings I have come from trying to analyze, you know, why I want to go away... See, I always feel uncomfortable and I just want to... walk out of the room. It's not going to any other place or any other sensation, or anything like that, it's just to get out of 'here'.
— Richard Hell
As soon as she sees me she swings forward and hits a key on her keyboard. The music cuts off instantly. Strangely, the silence that follows seems just as loud.
— Lauren Oliver, Delirium
Music is like poetry, It can stop you thinking. But it can also open you up.
— Deborah Meyler, The Bookstore
Classic of '43. Don't knock it. A Vintage year.
— Keith Richards
Music makes you braver.
— Two Steps From Hell
Keith Richards on change—"It's gotta go up and down. Otherwise, you won't know the difference. It would be just a bland, straight line, like lookin' at a heart machine. And when that straight line happens, baby, you're dead.
— Jessica Pallington West, What Would Keith Richards Do?: Daily Affirmations from a Rock and Roll Survivor
One of the Keith Commandments is that nothing is secret.
— Jessica Pallington West
She's got everything she needs; she's an artist, she don't look back.
— Bob Dylan, Lyrics, 1962-1985
Charles Wallace and the unicorn moved through the time-spinning reaches of a far glazy, and he realized that the galaxy itself was part of a mighty orchestra, and each star and planet within the galaxy added its own instrument to the music of the spheres. As long as the ancient harmonies were sung, the universe would not entirely lose its joy.
— Madeleine L'Engle, A Swiftly Tilting Planet
All life is a rhythm,” she said as I sat up. “All death is a rhythm suspended, a syncopation before liferesumes.
— Samuel R. Delany
He cupped her face and held her still, as he looked into her brown eyes; she was all flash and no bang. She talked big, but when it came down to it, she was a simple girl.
— Elaine  White, Clef Notes
This was a great idea; he needed to go into tonight knowing that this was the last time he would ever be with Barry. He needed to savour it and enjoy it, to lock it tight in his memories, so that he would never forget how it felt to be with him.This would be his final goodbye.~ A Case of the Ex
— Elaine  White, Clef Notes
She didn't mind the sacrifice. It seemed enough for a life, to give yourself to music the way nuns give themselves to God. To vow. To surrender. Only music, after all, made life bearable. Only with music did she feel--what was it? Free? Happy? No, it was something else. Awake.
— Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango
Get your sticky fingers away from my cookies,” Ben ordered, without turning his head, to see Jaxton trying to steal one from the cooking tray.“You weren't saying that last night,” Jaxton retaliated, coming up to Ben's side, to give him a nudge. They were both smiling, while looking down at the counter, where Ben was making his delicious rosemary cookies. “In fact, I seem to remember you grabbing my sticky fingers and putting them in your mouth,” he teased, speaking quietly, so that Lyon wouldn't hear them at the other side of the room.Ben turned to Jaxton and abandoned his baking, to catch his face in flour covered hands and plant a deep kiss on his lips.Jaxton opened his mouth, in acceptance of his kiss.~ From the Heart
— Elaine  White, Clef Notes
I was four when I started learning Music. I still remember my first vocal class where I tried telling my mother that I can never get it right. I am glad she made me stick with it because she already knew what makes me happy even before I did. And eventually I realize, that everyone has that point in life where we hit crossroads, had bunch of bad days and there's different ways to deal with it. And the way I dealt with it was I just turned to Music.
— Manasa Rao
Jaxton smiled and caught his hand, holding it tight in both of his. “Are you burnt out? Is it all too much?” he asked, getting straight to the root of the matter, in one go.“Yes,” he sighed, hating that it was true.“Then you'll stay home.”“You know I can't. It's impossible,” Roman complained about the unfairness of it all.He was due to return to the studio in two days times, to finalise the tracks he'd recorded yesterday. Then he had to sit down with Jalen next week, to pick out a new piece of his artwork for the next album cover. And two weeks after that, he had three interviews with three different music channels, to film.“Try telling that to Ben.” Jaxton winked at him, then ducked down to kiss him.~ From the Heart
— Elaine  White, Clef Notes
People can enjoy music everywhere. Therefore, music is more than a giftbecause it represents a unique form of human freedom.
— Eraldo Banovac
Chocolate makes everything better, in the end,” he announced, and Thayer fully agreed.Thayer gave him a smile of gratitude and watched Castel lift his spoon from the saucer. He dipped it, gracefully, into his coffee and gave it a light stir.“Too many people rush to stir such delicate flavours. Take too long and they will clog together to become a lump of bitterness in your coffee. But take your time and be gentle with them,” Castel explained, quietly, “and they will create a symphony of flavours, to melt in your mouth,” he said, leaning down, just until his nose was over his cup, to take a long inhale. He smiled and straightened, extracting the spoon to place it back on his saucer. “Now try it.”Thayer took a sip and almost felt his toes curl at the luxurious taste.~ Cinnamon Kiss
— Elaine  White, Clef Notes
You ought to dance.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
Dance to the music of your soul.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
He was getting undressed and it snapped something inside of him that had been drawing taut, ready to break for months.“I'm hungry, Bruno,” he said, in a soft voice, as he removed the shirt from his broad shoulders, revealing a perfect sight of smooth dark skin. “I can't wait for dinner,” he continued, with a smile.When he put his hands to the fastening of his trousers, Bruno let out a sigh and put the take out menus on the counter. He couldn't look at him, because he knew Lyon was trying to seduce him on purpose. He didn't want to talk or hear him out or spend time with him that didn't end with an orgasm.“I can't do this anymore,” Bruno confessed, quietly.
— Elaine  White, Clef Notes
Dance while you have strength.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
It was her grandfather who'd told her the tale of this particular violin, over and over, as if the telling could stave off loss, as if the weight and scope of human history were not found in books or in those mythic universities in Rome and Naples that no one in their village had ever seen but, rather, were encoded in objects like this one, a violin touched by hundreds of hands, loved, used, stroked, pressed, made to outlive its owners, storing their secrets and lies
— Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango
That's what happens to melodies: they get lost in the air. Just like memories. And the body. Memories and melodies and the body dissolve after we die. A musical instrument is not like the body, not at all: like the soul, it carries on.
— Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango
He does not look at the dancers, does not acknowledge her, sitting and staring. He is steeped in a private aural world. He drew out longer notes than her papa ever had; he was more forceful with the bow; she hadn't known the violin contained such wildness. She was reminded of the tarantella, which skipped along its notes and pulled you upward; out of yourself, come and play! But these pieces, these tangos, didn't only lift; they also plunged you downward, deep inside yourself, to the unexamined corners of your heart. Come, they whispered, come and look, see what's here and dance with it, this is music too.
— Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango
As if music could be crushed like a condemned building or a stubborn anarchist. But it could not. It always rose and returned, vital, immense, fortified by new instruments, new shapes, new musicians crazy enough to give their lives to it like underground, unsanctioned priests.
— Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango
Dance while you can move your being.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
How could we have revived the soul without music?
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
What will life be without music?
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
He tells me to pick the music. I’m not sure if he knows that handing me his iPod is like handing me the window to his soul.
— Becky Albertalli, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda
In this vast cosmic orchestra, peace is the music of every heart. Our glory lies in understanding, listening and honoring that music.
— Amit Ray, Walking the Path of Compassion
The feedback from the speakers changes and begins blasting death metal music so loudly into the sky that I swear the bridge suspensions are vibrating.The twins were in charge of the music selection.I catch sight of them on the side of the bridge, each with an arm raised, holding up their forefingers and pinkies in a devil sign, head-banging to the beat. They’re mouthing the words to the garbled voice screaming over the intense electric guitar and drums blasting out of the speakers. They might look pretty badass if it weren’t for their hobo clown outfits.It’s the loudest party the Bay Area has ever heard.
— Susan Ee, End of Days
Another One!
— D.J. Khaled
Creativity is the most supreme form of love. When it flows from any heart flooded by truth and light, it can change all those who encounter its seductive vibrations.
— Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
He turned the crank handles, hoping the thing wouldn’t explode in his face. A few clear tones rang out-metallic yet warm. Leo manipulated the levers and gears. He recognized the song that sprang forth-the same wistful melody Calypso sang for him on Ogygia about homesickness and longing. But through the strings of the brass cone, the tune sounded even sadder, like a machine with a broken heart-the way Festus might sound if he could sing.Leo forgot Apollo was there. He played the song all the way through. When he was done, his eyes stung. He could almost smell the fresh-baked bread from Calypso’s kitchen. He could taste the only kiss she’d ever given him.
— Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus
The world needs great inspires, who will encourage every living soul to reach their highest potential. You can be one.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
The power of music feels like taking a a nice brake from this busy world
— Millie DeWitt
Music is my enchanter, the seducer of my emotions, the fire and ice that moves me.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
Nothing is so lovely as a quietly snoring dog and some evening Brahms, as you sit in a comfortably overstuffed chair with your feet on the footstool.
— Ann Beattie
Holiness begins in our minds and works out to our actions. This being true, what we allow to enter our minds is critically important. The television programs we watch, the movies we may attend, the books and magazines we read, the music we listen to, and the conversations we have all affect our minds.
— Jerry Bridges, The Pursuit of Holiness
I've lived all these years among those who create nothing and change nothing,' I said. 'Actors and musicians-they're saints to me.
— Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat
And this notion of the meaninglessness of our lives here began to enflame us.I took up the theme again that music and acting were good because they drove back chaos. Chaos was the meaninglessness of day-to-day life, and if we were to die now, our lives would have been nothing but meaninglessness.
— Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat
Every category has its snobs: music, books, movies. There are so many things a man is only pressured into liking or disliking.
— Criss Jami, Healology
That was the ballad of suburbia: give me loud to drown out the silence.
— Stephanie Kuehnert, Ballads of Suburbia
Music is the breath of being.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
Pay no attention to what the critics say
—  there has never been a statue set up in honour of a critic.
Some songs can make you to travel a million miles inside your head
— Pradeepa Pandiyan
There is music the moment you start listening.
— Marty Rubin
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlourdrinking milk shakes cold and longSmiling and waving and looking so finedon't think you knew you were in this song
— David Bowie
Any form of art can be known only in deep silence, to be in silence is to be receptive - No sooner you become receptive, you become woman, it has nothing to do with gender, its a quality, which is why woman is epitome of Receptivity!
— Ramana Pemmaraju
Praise the Creator while you have grace to sing.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
It meant different things to different people, but somehow it meant them all intensely. Shostakovich's words just confuse the issue. His symphony itself is what remains. Listen to it. It is your symphony to write with him.
— M.T. Anderson
Music is life.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
You know that I immerse myself in music, so to speak— that I think about it all day long— that I like experimenting— studying— reflecting.
— Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Aelin sighed. 'This place has been shut down for months, and yet I swear I can still hear the music floating in the air.'Rowan angled his head, studying the dark with those immortal senses. 'Perhaps the music does live on, in some form.'The thought made her eyes sting.
— Sarah J. Maas
Musicians do not get on stage without hearing the song singing inside of them. Poets do not write as if they are jotting down a sermon, they see everything in their subconscious before presenting it to the conscious, which they later turn to  readable materials. Artist do not draw and paint without painting in dream states, trance, or see an art form that others do not see. Being creative does not calls for being any supernatural entity, but in creating with the entities inside of you.
— Michael Bassey Johnson, The Infinity Sign
Forget scientists. The next space launch we should send up painters, poets and musicians. I’d be more interested in what they discover than anything that takes place in a test tube.
— James Rozoff
I knew a young fellow once, who was studying to play the bagpipes, and you would be surprised at the amount of opposition he had to contend with. Why, not even from the members of his own family did he receive what you could call active encouragement. His father was dead against the business from the beginning, and spoke quite unfeelingly on the subject.My friend used to get up early in the morning to practise, but he had to give that plan up, because of his sister. She was somewhat religiously inclined, and she said it seemed such an awful thing to begin the day like that.So he sat up at night instead, and played after the family had gone to bed, but that did not do, as it got the house such a bad name. People, going home late, would stop outside to listen, and then put it about all over the town, the next morning, that a fearful murder had been committed at Mr. Jefferson's the night before; and would describe how they had heard the victim's shrieks and the brutal oaths and curses of the murderer, followed by the prayer for mercy, and the last dying gurgle of the corpse.So they let him practise in the day-time, in the back-kitchen with all the doors shut; but his more successful passages could generally be heard in the sitting-room, in spite of these precautions, and would affect his mother almost to tears.She said it put her in mind of her poor father (he had been swallowed by a shark, poor man, while bathing off the coast of New Guinea - where the connection came in, she could not explain).Then they knocked up a little place for him at the bottom of the garden, about quarter of a mile from the house, and made him take the machine down there when he wanted to work it; and sometimes a visitor would come to the house who knew nothing of the matter, and they would forget to tell him all about it, and caution him, and he would go out for a stroll round the garden and suddenly get within earshot of those bagpipes, without being prepared for it, or knowing what it was. If he were a man of strong mind, it only gave him fits; but a person of mere average intellect it usually sent mad.
— Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat
When I create a masterpiece I feel alive! When my creation is revered I feel immortal.
— Euphoria Godsent
I'd always had an ear for beauty, and maybe I'd had an eye for it as well, but until that day, I'd not recognized that the truth in great music could be found also in great art, that the heart could be lifted and the mind sharpened equally by both.
— Dean Koontz, The City
Steve Perry versus Arnel Pineda. At his confused expression, I explain, "The guy on YouTube who gained a following for covering Journey songs...then eventually became the new lead singer for the band?
— Christina Lauren, Dark Wild Night
I have just awoken, having dreamed of music. The final chord fades away within me while I try to focus on individuals amid the living, breathing mass packed into this vast waiting room, in this mixture of sleep and weariness.
— Andreï Makine
In paintings, music, poetry, architecture, we feel the elusive energy that moves through us and the air and the ground all the time, that usually disperses and turns chaotic in our busy-ness and distractedness and moodiness. Artists channel it, corral it, make it visible to the rest of us. The best works of art are like semaphores of our experience, signaling what we didn't know was true but do now.
— Anne Lamott, Help Thanks Wow: The Three Essential Prayers
Music helps us drift away to places of tranquility, happiness, sadness, & imagination.
— April Mae Monterrosa
The only times she ever felt at peace now were at his concerts. Then she could sit quietly, watching him, and sate her heart. In his music was where he lived and revived, and where she'd first loved him. And she knew, always, always when she was there, that he played for her.
— Vivien Shotwell, Vienna Nocturne
A cheerful music is a powerful light for the shadows of sorrow!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
They were strong singers, with swift minds and open good humor--arrogant enough to think they could stand on a stage and dogged enough to have done the work to get there.
— Vivien Shotwell, Vienna Nocturne
And one day Amber takes her troll’s dinner down to the cave and finds him—” Rock waved his hands in vague yet thoroughly descriptive motions “—with another lady troll. So she go home and get her club and come back and beat him to death, thump, thump, thump. ’Cos he was her troll and he done her wrong. Is very romantic song.
— Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures
Man's delight in the Lord is the absolute peak of human triumph. He praises God when full of joy, and when not, he praises God to become full of joy. For to know and to live as though God is worthy of all praise, in all one's circumstances, whether seemingly good or seemingly bad, is the primary definition of joy and the richest triumph for man under God.
— Criss Jami, Healology
All of our music is made up of twelve notes and their harmonies. That’s it. Twelve notes and twenty-six letters. The goal of us as musicians is to find that perfect combination to open up the lock to minds and feelings of others until they realize they aren’t alone in this godforsaken world. And your music makes me feel less lonely. I hope that’s reason enough for you to keep playing.
— Jayna Ostler, The Openers
I took a road that wasn't the road, but it was something I chose and that's fine.
— Tom Rosenthal
One sweet note is but an ounce of pain.
— steve fadrosh
Often interfaces are assumed to be synonymous with media itself. But what would it mean to say that “interface” and “media” are two names for the same thing? The answer is found in the remediation or layer model of media, broached already in the introduction, wherein media are essentially nothing but formal containers housing other pieces of media. This is a claim most clearly elaborated on the opening pages of Marshall McLuhan’s Understanding Media. McLuhan liked to articulate this claim in terms of media history: a new medium is invented, and as such its role is as a container for a previous media format. So, film is invented at the tail end of the nineteenth century as a container for photography, music, and various theatrical formats like vaudeville. What is video but a container for film. What is the Web but a container for text, image, video clips, and so on. Like the layers of an onion, one format encircles another, and it is media all the way down. This definition is well-established today, and it is a very short leap from there to the idea of interface, for the interface becomes the point of transition between different mediatic layers within any nested system. The interface is an “agitation” or generative friction between different formats. In computer science, this happens very literally; an “interface” is the name given to the way in which one glob of code can interact with another. Since any given format finds its identity merely in the fact that it is a container for another format, the concept of interface and medium quickly collapse into one and the same thing.
— Alexander R. Galloway
The clouds took on the shape of dancers; from somewhere far off, Pram heard music before the clouds became normal again.
— Lauren DeStefano, A Curious Tale of the In-Between
Attracting musicians is rather like inviting flies over to tea: they are tolerable for half an hour, but when they begin to touch the food, you either wish they would go home or die.
— Michelle Franklin
George got out his banjo after supper, and wanted to play it, but Harris objected: he said he had got a headache, and did not feel strong enough to stand it. George thought the music might do him good - said music often soothed the nerves and took away a headache; and he twanged two or three notes, just to show Harris what it was like.Harris said he would rather have the headache.
— Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat
Such music", he said. "I'm not religious, but if I were I would say it was like a glimpse into the mind of God. Perhaps it was and i ought to be religious. I have to keep reminding myself that they didn't create the music, they only created the instrument which could read the score. And the score was life itself. And it's all up there".
— Douglas Adams
We stopped and listened. Just on the cusp of hearing I detected a rhythmic pounding, more a vibration in the concrete than a sound.'Drums,' I said and then because I couldn't resist it. 'Drums in the deep.''Drum and Bass in the deep,' said Kumar.
— Ben Aaronovitch, Whispers Under Ground
The wild notes of tuba and trumpet and trombone rattled and hummed through the trees. In the first group of musicians, there were kids as young as fourteen playing the tuba and one kid who probably couldn’t drive banging a bass drum. They stomped together in rhythm to the music. Two ladies had dressed up in what looked like princess outfits. They wore white gloves and socks with tassels.
— Hunter Murphy, Imogene in New Orleans
Bass players share a secret fellowship, a sort of gnosis peculiar to their breed, a kind of smart that is hard for others to recognize or understand: the art of the whole sound. Bass players actually believe in musical epistemology, they are practitioners of musical metaphysics.
— Randall E. Auxier
Blood still stains when the sheets are washedSex don't sleep when the lights are offKids are still depressed when you dress them upAnd syrup is still syrup in a sippy cupHe's still dead when you're done with the bottleOf course it's a corpse that you keep in the cradleKids are still depressed when you dress them upSyrup is still syrup in a sippy cup
— Melanie Martinez
I usually don't like to 'spoon feed' my audience, because I grew up idolizing story tellers who tell stories using symbolism, so it was in my nature to do the same.
— The Weeknd
Music wasn't history class
—  I didn't need to memorize a thousand dates and names.
She felt the adagio from Joaquin Rodrigo’s Concierto de Aranjuez strumming at her inner thighs like a guitar, and then slowly moving upwards until it wrapped around her heart in its denouement.
— Lawren Leo, Love's Shadow: Nine Crooked Paths
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
— Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
Music fills the infinite to give us infinite joy.
— Debasish Mridha
Walter Pater said that all the arts aspire to the condition of music, but I’ve always felt that music aspires to the condition of words.
— John Ashbery
They scattered with no melody, no harmony, no rhythm to hold them. If music was emotion and emotion came from thought, then this was the scream of chaos, of the irrational, of the helpless, of man’s self-abdication.
— Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
There’s magic and metaphors in music superior to any other art form. An exquisite alchemy is involved in mixing pieces of your self and soul into the precisely perfect blend of harmonies, melodies, and lyrics that strike a chord.
— A.J. Compton, The Counting-Downers
In Jazz, like in America, the group works together toward a common cause with lots of room left for each individual to shine.
— Richie Gerber, Jazz: America's Gift: From Its Birth to George Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue & Beyond
Clive was losing sensation in his feet, and as he stamped them the rhythm gave him back the ten note falling figure, ritardando, a cor anglais, and rising softly against it, contrapuntally, cellos in mirror image. Her face in it. The end.
— Ian McEwan
I don't wanna be the center of anything, just a part of something bigger.
— Amber Run
I know about dance, like the creationist knows about science, and typically treat it with a similar contempt
— Eilian J. Richmond, Glum: A story of music, love and mental illness... but not necessarily in that order.
Music is power, literally. You hear a certain note, or a rhythm that really clicks, and boom! You’ve got a song. Maybe only in your head. But when you’ve got the idea, the song flows out through your fingers. Nothing else does that.
— Caleb Longbons
We enjoy talking about music, politics, and subjugation. —Kinky Friedman to Night Rider on KOKE-FM
— Ray Palla, SIMPLE TRIPLE STANDARD
A performance must capture or communicate with the mood and feelings of that very moment.
— Unarine Ramaru
It seemed each band member was in his own world. Yet, each was in tune with the other.
— Jason Medina, A Ghost In New Orleans