#instruments

The soprano has all those other instruments in it. It's got the soprano song voice, flute, violin, clarinet, and tenor elements and can even approach the baritone in intensity. ↗

— Steve Lacy

#baritone #clarinet #elements #even #flute

All you needed was a couple of instruments and a few chords and you could be on an indie label. ↗

— David Byrne

#could #couple #few #indie #instruments

I think the voice does that perfectly adequately without being imitated by other instruments. ↗

— Evan Parker

#being #does #i #i think #imitated

The horn . . . is the joint hardest instrument to learn. . . . (The other is the oboe). ↗

— Jasper Rees

#music

Just kissing? How quickly you dismiss our love. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #mortal-instruments #love

A symphony is a stage play with the parts written for instruments instead of for actors. ↗

— Colin Henry Wilson

#instruments #parts #play #stage #stage play

Philosophical theories or ideas, as points of view, instruments of criticism, may help us to gather up what might otherwise pass unregarded by us. ↗

— Walter Pater

#gather #help #ideas #instruments #may

But Clary never found out what it wasn't, because there was a cry of "Jace!" and Alec appeared, breathless from pushing his way through the crowd to get them. His dark hair was a mess and there was blood on his clothes, but his eyes were bright with a mixture of relief and anger. He grabbed Jace by the front of his jacket. "What happened to you?" Jace looked affronted. "What happened to me?" Alec looked at him, not lightly. "You said you were going for a walk! What kind of walk takes six hours?" "A long one?" Jace suggested. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#humor #jace #mortal-instruments #anger

I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#declarations-of-love #jace-wayland #mortal-instruments #life

Though Alec had never seen the occupants of the first floor loft, they seemed to be engaged in a tempestuous romance. Once there had been a bunch of someone's belongings strewn all over the landing with a note attached to a jacket lapel addressed to "A lying liar who lies." Right now there was a bouquet of flowers taped to the door with a card tucked among the blooms that read I'M SORRY. That was the thing about New York: you always knew more about your neighbors' business than you wanted to. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#apartment #cassandra-clare #city-of-lost-souls #funny #humor