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#music

Read through the most famous quotes by topic #music




Wagner’s music is better than it sounds. ↗


— Bill Nye


#richard-wagner #music

Ah music,' he said, wiping his eyes. 'A magic beyond all we do here! ↗


— J.K. Rowling


#music #music

When you can write music that endures, bravo. Until then, keep quiet and study the work of those who can. ↗


— Jennifer Donnelly


#skill #writing #music

Your hand fits in mine Like it's made just for me But bear this in mind It was meant to be And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks And it all makes sense to me ↗


— Zayn Malik


#music

Waylon said it best when he sang to Willy; 'If you see me gettin' smaller, I'm leavin' don't be grievin', just gotta get away from here. If you see me gettin' smaller, don't worry, I'm in no hurry I've got the right to disappear. ↗


— Waylon Jennings


#music

Musical training is a more potent instrument than any other, because rhythm and harmony find their way into the inward places of the soul. ↗


— Plato


#philosophy #music

But he had never seen Myrna in practice...never that close up. He had been impressed and a little frightened by the contrast between seeing ballet on stange, where everyone seemed to either glide or mince effortlessly on the tips of their pointes. and seeing it from less than five feet away, with harsh daylight pouring in the floor-to-ceiling windows and no music- only the choreographer rythmically clapping his hands and yelling harsh criticisms. No praise, only criticisms. Their faces ran with sweat. Their leotards were wet with sweat. The room, as large and airy as it way, stank of sweat. Sleek muscles trembled and fluttered on the nervous edge of exhaustion. Corded tendons stood out like insulated cables. Throbbing veins popped out on foreheads and necks. Except for the choreographer's clapping and angry, hectoring shouts, the only sounds were the thrup-thud of ballet dancers on pointe moving across the floor and harsh, agonized panting for breath. Jack had suddenly realized that these dancers were not just earning a living, they were killing themselves. Most of all he remembered their expressions- all that exhausted concentration, all that pain... but transcending the pain, or at least creeping around its edges, he had seen joy. Joy was unmistakably what that look was, and it scared Jack because it had seemed inexplicable. ↗


— Stephen King


#music

And I'm lost behind The words I'll never find And I'm left behind As seasons roll on by ↗


— Chris Cornell


#seasons #music

The battle with the bottle is nothing so novel. ↗


— Elvis Costello


#lyrics #music #music

We're on a mission from Glod. ↗


— Terry Pratchett


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