- “Music is a complete evocation – like a smell. It can bring an entire memory and feeling back to you in a rush. Much more complete than even a photograph. You allow yourself a certain visual distance with photos – not music. It envelopes you – there’s no way to escape it. It’s a great test of sensitivity – the degree of reaction to music. I use it all the time. I call it my ‘Music Test.’ People today don’t want to hear the truth. They’re really afraid of tranquility and silence – they’re afraid they might begin to understand their own motivations too well. They keep a steady stream of noise going to protect themselves, to build a wall against the truth. Like African natives, beating on their drums, rattling their gourds, shaking the bells to scare off evil spirits. As long as there’s enough noise, there’s nothing to fear – or hear. But they will listen. Times are changing.” ― Anton Szandor LaVey, The Secret Life of a Satanist: The Authorized Biography of Anton LaVey
- “I want to reconcile the violence in your heart.I want to recognize your beauty’s not just a mask.I want to exorcise the demons from your past.I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart.” ― Matthew Bellamy
- I’ve found that no matter what life throws at me, music softens the blow. Bryce Anderson
- “Some songs can make you to travel a million miles inside your head” ― Pradeepa Pandiyan
- “Chimes at the Edge of Hearing (2011)Chimes in the heavens sound so fine,Whither does it go; how it chimes the time.Tumultuous river of colored tinselly sounds,Their music brasses forth, it has no bounds.Tinkle clackle tinke koo,How infinite the melody with notes so few.Chimes clanging silent at the edge of hearing,Does it not sound so jingly and endearing?Klankle ping chinkle cree,Quite the sound of discordant harmony.Pakkle kikkle ringly kat,Chimes echo out; they drift cackling back.A cacophony of clingles, pims and tinkle-ets,Chimes shinkle loud at the crescendo of their octets.Pakickle tamtankle jjingling kites,They fly into darkness on the clatter of midnight.Chimes symphonic at the coming black storm,Upon the shrieks their shimmering rrrings are born.Sounds and silences; the glistening chimes adorn,Haunting images of sounds so distant and forlorned.Cymbal they together; the sound of crackly glass,They remind of the times and rattles of the past.Metals on metals trinklelink clapping down the time,Their clittering rhythms broke, raw and refined.Concerto of jangles jinkles and dings,See their sound, how pleasant they dream.Off they go, winds klickle on smooth breeze,And chinkle and pinkle through my melodic tree.dlaurent” ― douglas laurent
- “This is the strangest life I have ever known.” ― Jim Morrison
- “You have to, take a deep breath. and allow the music to flow through you. Revel in it, allow yourself to awe. When you play allow the music to break your heart with its beauty.” ― Kelly White
- “Music is my higher power” ― Oliver James
- “I live to inspire, not start the fire.” ― Jonathan Anthony Burkett
- “When she listened to songs that she loved on the radio, something stirred inside her. A liquid ache spread under her skin, and she walked out of the world like a witch.” ― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
- “Information stuffed in our mind is like a floodlight. We dim it only while enjoying dance, music, dance of colours and sounds in nature.” ― Shunya
- Art is how we decorate space, music is how we decorate time. Jean-Michel Basquiat
- “Music, dance and meditation are the best medicine for body, soul and spirit.” ― Lailah Gifty Akita
- “My music is the spiritual expression of what I am — my faith, my knowledge, my being…When you begin to see the possibilities of music, you desire to do something really good for people, to help humanity free itself from its hangups…I want to speak to their souls.” ― John Coltrane
- “Controversy is a last resort for the talentless.” ― Criss Jami, Healology
- If I cannot fly, let me sing. Stephen Sondheim
- How is it that music can, without words, evoke our laughter, our fears, our highest aspirations? Jane Swan
- “My heart’s been broken in a thousand pieces I’ve lived and died a thousand times And in each of those lifetimes With all of those pieces I chose you…A million times.” ― Jenim Dibie
- “Gloria watched the swollen white orb of a hot-air balloon rising over Navy Pier and knew she had to break it off with Oliver, for he was the type who would never enjoy hot-air balloons, Van Morrison songs, or mess, whether from orgasm or otherwise. But who was she to be dreaming about mess today?” ― Andrea Kayne Kaufman, Oxford Messed Up
- “When I told you I loved that song, you were meant to listen.” ― Joyce Rachelle
- “That day and night, the bleeding and the screaming, had knocked something askew for Esme, like a picture swinging crooked on a wall. She loved the life she lived with her mother. It was beautiful. It was, she sometimes thought, a sweet emulation of the fairy tales they cherished in their lovely, gold-edged books. They sewed their own clothes from bolts of velvet and silk, ate all their meals as picnics, indoors or out, and danced on the rooftop, cutting passageways through the fog with their bodies. They embroidered tapestries of their own design, wove endless melodies on their violins, charted the course of the moon each month, and went to the theater and the ballet as often as they liked–every night last week to see Swan Lake again and again. Esme herself could dance like a faerie, climb trees like a squirrel, and sit so still in the park that birds would come to perch on her. Her mother had taught her all that, and for years it had been enough. But she wasn’t a little girl anymore, and she had begun to catch hints and glints of another world outside her pretty little life, one filled with spice and poetry and strangers.” ― Laini Taylor, Lips Touch: Three Times
- “All art constantly aspires towards the condition of music. For while in all other kinds of art it is possible to distinguish the matter from the form, and the understanding can always make this distinction, yet it is the constant effort of art to obliterate it.” ― Walter Pater
- “I am human and I need to be loved,just like everybody else does.” ― Morrissey
- “Sameron adion asoI shall sing a sweeter song tomorrow” ― Theocritus
- “Art is why I get up in the morning, but my definition ends there. You know, it doesn’t seem fair that I’m living for something I can’t even define, but there you are, right there, in the meantime.” ― Ani DiFranco, Ani Difranco: The Complete Lyrics
- Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not truth. Truth is not beauty. Beauty is not love. Love is not music. Music is the best. Frank Zappa
- “The truth is, going against the internal stream of ignorance is way more rebellious than trying to start some sort of cultural revolution.” ― Noah Levine, Dharma Punx: A Memoir
- “The world will be a misery without music.” ― Lailah Gifty Akita
- “It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, but it’s how many things we have to quit all at once: music, laughter,the physics of falling leaves, automobiles, holding hands,the scent of rain, the concept of subway trains… if only one could leave this life slowly!” ― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy
- “The Qu’ran is God’s song, not ours, not even Muhammad’s. To allow such a song to pass through one’s body, however imperfectly, is to discover that the instrument is transformed by the music.” ― George Dardess, Meeting Islam: A Guide for Christians