#strings

As for the symphonic activities... when I was a student at the Eastman School of Music, I became exposed to a lot more musical forms, elements, opportunities, and I fell in love with strings and their uses. ↗

— Chuck Mangione

#became #eastman #elements #exposed #fell

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings. ↗

— John Muir

#fiber #harp #harp-strings #john-muir #life

When you have strings, everybody pulls you here and pulls you there. ↗

— Fuzzy Zoeller

#here #pulls #strings #you

I can do the old hand vibrato just fine, but I like attacking the strings. ↗

— Ritchie Blackmore

#fine #hand #i #i can #just

Rent-control laws disproportionately benefit the non-poor because the elite pull strings, work the system and are better connected than the non-poor. ↗

— Larry Elder

#benefit #better #connected #disproportionately #elite

I always use the same guitar; I got this guitar years and years ago for nine pounds. It's still got the same strings on it. ↗

— Brian Eno

#always #got #guitar #i #i always

All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours. ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#gods #homemade #ours #power #pull

I grew up in a school that had a big music program, and it was incredible. It's what I looked forward to during the day. I had chorus, strings, band. ↗

— Alison Krauss

#big #chorus #day #during #forward

You know, for most of its life bluegrass has had this stigma of being all straw hats and hay bales and not necessarily the most sophisticated form of music. Yet you can't help responding to its honesty. It's music that finds its way deep into your soul because it's strings vibrating against wood and nothing else. ↗

— Alison Krauss

#because #being #bluegrass #deep #else

You love Robert, not me. You don’t love Lord Stuffy, so I tried to be like Robert.” The sweet idiot! She felt like weeping again. She began to protest, but he cut her off. “I don’t drink and I don’t gamble and I don’t have a mistress. I’m dull. You told me so, the first time we met. So I tried to change.” He frowned. “Not the mistress. I’ll never do that.” “Good,” she whispered. “I’m trying to be like Robert, but I’m no good at it. I drank wine. And brandy, lots of it. I didn’t like it and it made me sick. I played hazard and I lost.” He looked momentarily cheerful and her heart sank. “But I didn’t like that either. If I was a real man like Mr. Fox, or Robert, I’d have lost thousands.” The sadder he looked, the more her heart ached, a happy ache. “I failed you, Caro. I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I’ll always be Lord Stuffy,” he said, and closed his tortured, bloodshot eyes. ↗

— Miranda Neville

#romance #second-love #change