There are three things I have loved but never understood. Art, music and women."
Music hath charm to soothe a savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
When the music changes, so does the dance
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each of you be alone,
Even as the strings of the lute are alone though they quiver
with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hands of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
A musicologist is a man who can read music but can't hear it.
To stop the flow of music would be like the stopping of time itself, incredible and inconceivable.
Music fills the infinite between two souls
Without music, life would be an error.
Music is the art of thinking with sounds.
Music is the soul of language.
Music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven
Music is perpetual, and only the hearing is intermittent.
Music is the vernacular of the human soul
There is nothing more difficult than talking about music
Music . . . can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable.
It's the simplest properties that will help you clear yourself of negativity ... The profound power of a simple prayer. The strength of a deep breath. The gentle guidance of good music.
Wild is the music of autumnal winds the faded woods.
In memory everything seems to happen to music.
He makes a swan-like end, fading in music.
Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.
Musicians don't retire; they stop when there's no more music in them.
...my music isn't just music- it's medicine.
The many great gardens of the world, of literature and poetry, of painting and music, of religion and architecture, all make the point as clear as possible: The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden. If you don't want paradise, you are not human; and if you are not human, you don't have a soul
Baseball is a ballet without music. Drama without words
Hip-hop is definitely not what it used to be, which was creative, original music.