6,548 Quotes About Music

There are some things which sap our energy, and others which grow it. You cannot observe this in the Great Space. Only in the physical world can emotions and art seemingly bend the laws of physics. Dance, music, love . . . these things take energy to produce, yet in doing so you’re fulfilled with even more.

[W]e're challenged daily to act lovingly on our own behalf. Simple gestures of respect—care of the body, rest for the mind, and beauty for the soul in the form of music and art or nature—are all ways of showing ourselves love.

All singers now sound the same because all you have to do is whisper and sound pretty. No one ever belts. Don’t you wanna hear someone’s heart again?" she said. "All I hear is tongue and breath and cheek and throat. I want ugly again. Mistakes. Uvula.

Does each song, he wondered, have a certain time and place-beyond the subjective aspects of technique and talent-whenit is perfectly played by the performer, or perfectly received by the listener? If so, he wondered, what if by some huge cosmic coincidence both occurred simultaneously? He felt he had just witnessed such a phenomenon. Could the same process occur with other art forms?

Does each song, he wondered, have a certain time and place-beyond the subjective aspects of technique and talent-when it is perfectly played by the performer, or perfectly received by the listener? If so, he wondered, what if by some huge cosmic coincidence both occurred simultaneously? He felt he had just witnessed such a phenomenon. Could the same process occur with other art forms?

There’s a great deal of life in a dance, one must know, full of twirling anticipation and gliding wonder.It has the power to bring strangers together, To open one’s soul to the possibilities of love. It reminds us of the unspoken truth—that we are all children, In need of a wild song and bit of careless freedom.

Keeping the world safe for people to practice their audition pieces seems like one good reason to fight this war. If music stops, and art ceases, and beauty fades, what have we then?"- Lovely War

I'm fine. I'm fine, he says, and fine, fine repeats in his head as he escapes back into the chill. Around him, a spin of bodies in dark coats, tapping thumbs on pads, pressing phones to heads, settling buds into ear canals, projecting an invisible shield of music as they move through the crowd, digital companionship warmer than the bodies around them. Every soul on the street is sunk within its body. Sometimes Bit imagines that he, alone, bears witness to the world.

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