If a literary man puts together two words about music, one of them will be wrong.
Music is given to us specifically to make order of things, to move from an anarchic, individualistic state to a regulated, perfectly concious one, which alone insures vitality and durability.
Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast.
Soprano, basso, even the contralto Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.
Why should the devil have all the good tunes?
The musician who always plays on the same string, is laughed at.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
All of heaven we have below.
Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled.
Wagner's music is better than it sounds.
Light quirks of music, broken and uneven, Make the soul dance upon a jig to Heav'n.
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is no moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
Hell is full of musical amateurs.
There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.
Live your truth. Express your love. Share your enthusiasm. Take action towards your dreams. Walk your talk. Dance and sing to your music. Embrace your blessings. Make today worth remembering.
A fit, healthy body—that is the best fashion statement
Would you destroy Something perfect in order to make it beautiful?
So don't you worry your pretty little mind because people throw rocks at things that shine. [Ours]