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There is always music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it.


Minnie Aumonier


#garden #music #trees #music

The next chamber is full of songbirds, if I remember right. Their music is like turtleweed. It will put you to sleep if you listen to it. They sleep most of the time, so the best thing is to pass through without waking them up. If they do awaken, then you must sing loud enough to drown out their music." "Great," Han said. "Whose idea was that?" "It seemed like a good idea at the time," Crow said. "I was an excellent singer.


Cinda Williams Chima


#han #music

Strange how potent cheap music is.


Noël Coward


#rock #music

I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy." Mr. Rochester


Charlotte Brontë


#music

The good times are killing me


Modest Mouse


#music #music

I could never be your god And I don't even think I want the job anymore


Stone Sour


#lyrics #music #music

Everybody told me this 'girl on the piano' thing was never going to work.


Tori Amos


#piano #music

She plays music to heal herself, but nothing can heal her brokenness.


Neal Shusterman


#music

…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky


John Dryden


#music

She sang, as requested. There was much about love in the ballad: faithful love that refused to abandon its object; love that disaster could not shake; love that, in calamity, waxed fonder, in poverty clung closer. The words were set to a fine old air -- in themselves they were simple and sweet: perhaps, when read, they wanted force; when well sung, they wanted nothing. Shirley sang them well: she breathed into the feeling, softness, she poured round the passion, force: her voice was fine that evening; its expression dramatic: she impressed all, and charmed one. On leaving the instrument, she went to the fire, and sat down on a seat -- semi-stool, semi-cushion: the ladies were round her -- none of them spoke. The Misses Sympson and the Misses Nunnely looked upon her, as quiet poultry might look on an egret, an ibis, or any other strange fowl. What made her sing so? They never sang so. Was it proper to sing with such expression, with such originality -- so unlike a school girl? Decidedly not: it was strange, it was unusual. What was strange must be wrong; what was unusual must be improper. Shirley was judged.


Charlotte Brontë


#empathy #expectations #expression #faithfulness #feeling






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