#instrument

Right now my mind is on the people who stole our instruments, and, specifically, the person with my guitar, which will no doubt end its days having Green Day songs worked out on it. A better fate was deserved - and while the reverence given to guitars annoys me, I shall miss it. ↗

— Jonny Greenwood

#better #day #days #deserved #doubt

A guitar is a very personal extension of the person playing it. You have to be emotionally and spiritually connected to your instrument. I'm very brutal on my instruments, but not all the time. ↗

— Eddie Van Halen

#connected #emotionally #extension #guitar #i

If you have a great-sounding guitar that's a quality instrument and a good amp, and you know how to make the guitar talk, that's the key. It starts with the guitar and knowing what it should sound and feel like. ↗

— Eddie Van Halen

#feel #good #guitar #how #instrument

The piano is a universal instrument. If you start there, learn your theory and how to read, you can go on to any other instrument. ↗

— Eddie Van Halen

#go #how #instrument #learn #other

Setting my mind on a musical instrument was like falling in love. All the world seemed bright and changed. ↗

— William Christopher Handy

#changed #falling #falling in love #instrument #like

The men of action are, after all, only the unconscious instruments of the men of thought. ↗

— Heinrich Heine

#after #instruments #men #only #thought

But I've come to the point in my evolution on the instrument where I realize that I can't play the same stuff that just a guitar player or organ player would play - and I need to embrace that in a big way. ↗

— Charlie Hunter

#come #embrace #evolution #guitar #guitar player

The most shocking fact about war is that its victims and its instruments are individual human beings, and that these individual beings are condemned by the monstrous conventions of politics to murder or be murdered in quarrels not their own. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#beings #condemned #conventions #fact #human

Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight. ↗

— Muhammad Iqbal

#fierce #first #flame #hang #heart

What's this?" he demanded, looking from Clary to his companions, as if they might know what she was doing there. "It's a girl," Jace said,recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace #love #mortal-instruments #humor