"music"タグの名言

The perfect orchestration of the symphony of life is one of the Creator's greatest and most beautiful miracles.

Music is a mixed mathematical science that concerns the origens, attributes, and distinctions of sound, out of which a cultivated and lovely melody and harmony are made, so that God is honored and praised but mankind is moved to devotion, virtue, joy, and sorrow.

We start our lives with blues . . . with music. It's our first language. It's the rhythm of the womb. It's your mama's heartbeat inside your head.

God of the impossible, maker of all miracles, I stand in awe of You, I'm so amazed by how You reach into my brokenness, make me beautiful again, I believe yes, I believe nothing is impossible with You.

The Fact That You Have The Ability To Stand On Stage And Sing While You’re Crying Is So Brave.

You can't make a fan of everyone. Stay true to your story, characters, music, art or whatever it is you do and fuck everyone else who doesn't like it. Life isn't perfect.

With my ninth mind I resurrect my first and dance slow to the music of my soul made new.

Listen within to find shining poetry and hear extraordinary music. You are a work of art.

Every time, when your listening to music, might be a new song . If it doesn't move you. It is because you already have something you want to hear in the song. You already have a certain way, you want the song to sound. You are not listening to the song, the way it is, but you are listening to your thoughts, meanwhile the song is playing .

Music can alter one’s emotions in a positive or negative manner; use it wisely to soften pain or to invoke euphoria.

I think one can never be too young to develop a taste for varied musical delights.

I pray that we may know the truth and be a generation of spirit filled musicians. Musicians who worship not by the way they see fit to them, not according to the trends of the day, not according to what is termed as acceptable, not as it pleases to the eyes of men, not by what is viewed as public dominance BUT by what touches the heart of God.

When we try to lower down the standards of God with the excuse of bringing people to Christ, we lose the whole picture. God requires us to maintain the standard. Christ is the one who saves not our music, not our dances, not how we may dress to look like them, CHRIST IS THE ONLY ONE WHO SAVES!

I'm telling you a lie in a vicious effort that you will repeat my lie over and over until it becomes true

But I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head, like a face that I hold inside, face that awakes when I close my eyes, face that watches everytime I lie, face that laughs everytime I fall. (It watches EVERYTHING) ... But the face inside is hearing me, right beneath my skin.

Some of us go full circle. Some of us blindly go nowhere. The circle doesn’t have to be very large to make a point, kick your ass and/or be entertaining. Remember that and stay light. Even the deaf know good music when they hear it.

I was flipping channels, watching this cheerleading program on MTV. They took a field hockey girl and “transformed” her into a cheerleader by the end of the show. I was just wondering: what if she liked field hockey better?

[novan]: bassists are very good with their fingers [novan]: and some of us sing backup vocals, so that means we're good with our mouths too... (~ IM chat with Novan Chang, 18, bassist)

ART The world is full of confusion and contradiction. We cannot expect to do anything that is absolutely right. We can only measure rightness by the truth within ourselves. And our own truth will never be quite the same as somebody else's. I wish that I could touch you and be sure that it was the right thing to do. I only want to touch you briefly. Just once so that you will know. We are flesh and blood and full of faults. But we are also full of warmth. The world is full of confusion but there is compassion in its midst. communication via simple touch can transmit so much of us in just one minute. Like a painting or a piece of music. I want to touch your soul. I only wish I could be sure it was the right thing to do.

And here's to the blues, the real blues— where there's a hint of hope in every cry of desperation.