I love you, music man. You are my happily ever after.
The night seemed suddenly defiled by the absence of music, as if the silence itself was injecting a sickness that only another song could cure.
Poetry, plays, novels, music, they are the cry of the human spirit trying to understand itself and make sense of our world.
I think no artist can claim to have any access to the truth, or an authentic version of an event. But obviously they have slightly better means at their disposal because they have their art to energize whatever it is they're trying to write about. Th...
One of the interesting things here is that the people who should be shaping the future are politicians. But the political framework itself is so dead and closed that people look to other sources, like artists, because art and music allow people a cer...
I'm into sincerity in music and sincerity in art. If it doesn't feel true, I don't want to do it. Things that are too dramatic scare me. I think that's why I don't always fit into the world of performing arts.
It was the moment I realized what music can do to people, how it can make you hurt and feel so good all at once.
Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.
Music is a wind that blows away the years, memories, and fear, that crouching animal I carry inside me.
For him and his brother, he now knew, that music was real. Becuase all you had to do, really, was be willing to use your imagination. And listen.
Music is the great uniter. An incredible force. Something that people who differ on everything and anything else can have in common.
Too bad people can't always be playing music, maybe then there wouldn't be any more wars.
Musical training is a more potent instrument than any other, because rhythm and harmony find their way into the inward places of the soul.
The (extremely lavish set) was created by a transparency, a fine gauze, finely painted. According to the theatre accounts, it cost 241 ducats, 91 ducats more than Rossini was paid for the music.
Perhaps he simply assumed: a bitterness of habit, of boy after boy trained for music and medicine, and unleashed for murder.
To perceive Christmas through its wrapping becomes more difficult with every year. "The Distant Music of the Hounds," 1954
Holy fellatio! You are standing there licking him up with your eyes! Do you freaking hear the old seventies porn music playing in your head?
There is music in my heart. There is art in my heart and there is majesty in my heart, because there is love in my heart!
I don't know notes or octaves or the difference between sharp and flat, but I know music makes everything more.
Love songs or poetry? Ambrose: Love songs–you get the best of both, poetry set to music. And you can't dance to poetry.
I barely know how to be with someone when I’m whole. How the hell am I supposed to be with you when I’m so fucking broken?
