#so

The aim and final end of all music should be none other than the glory of God and the refreshment of the soul. ↗

— Johann Sebastian Bach

#end #final #glory #god #music

I'm layering away: sauce, noodles, I belong to you, cheese, sauce, my heart is yours, noodles, cheese, I hear your soul in your music, cheese, cheese, CHEESE... ↗

— Jandy Nelson

#jandy-nelson #the-sky-is-everywhere #music

Music is the soul of language. ↗

— Max Heindel

#language #soul

With the truth, all given facts harmonize; but with what is false, the truth soon hits a wrong note. ↗

— Aristotle

#philosophy #truth #music

Music is the cup that holds the wine of silence. Sound is that cup, but empty. Noise is that cup, but broken. ↗

— Robert Fripp

#music #noise #silence #sound #music

One person's data is another person's noise. ↗

— K.C. Cole

#data #music #noise #sound #music

I miss the sound of your voice, the loudest thing in my head ↗

— Matt Nathanson

#music

And the strange thing was he had never loved her more than in that moment, because at that moment she had become himself. But thats not love, he thought, thats not what she wants, not what any of them want, they do not want you to find yourself in them, they want instead that you should lose yourself in them. And yet, he thought, they are always trying to find themselves in you. [...] And it seemed to him then that every human was always looking for himself, in bars, in railway trains, in offices, in mirrors, in love, especially in love, for the self of him that is there, someplace, in every other human. Love was not to give oneself, but find oneself, describe oneself. And that the whole conception had been written wrong. Because the only part of any man that he can ever touch or understand is that part of himself he recognises in him. And that he is always looking for the way in which he can expose his sealed bee cell and reach the other airtight cells with which he is connected in the waxy comb. And the only way he had ever found, the only code, the only language by which he could speak and be heard by other men, could communicate himself, was with a bugle. If you had a bugle here, he told himself, you could speak to her and be understood, you could play Fatigue Call for her, with its tiredness, its heavy belly going out to sweep somebody else's streets when it would rather stay home and sleep, she would understand it then. But you havent got a bugle, himself said, not here nor any other place. Your tongue has been ripped out. All you got is two bottles, one nearly full, one nearly empty. ↗

— James Jones

#expression #loneliness #love #music #soul

The way I choose to show my feelings is through my songs. ↗

— Marianne Faithfull

#feelings #i #show #songs #through

Morality is totally God’s standard, and his standards and conditions are revealed to us through his written word, the Scriptures (The Bible). ↗

— Reid A. Ashbaucher

#nature-of-god #nature-of-man #philosophy-of-religion #reid-ashbaucher #change