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

To live is to be musical, starting with the blood dancing in your veins. Everything living has a rhythm. Do you feel your music?

Hard to say what’s right when all I wanna do is wrong.

People ask me how I make music. I tell them I just step into it. It’s like stepping into a river and joining the flow. Every moment in the river has its song.

Each song is a child I nourish and give my love to. But even if you have never written a song, your life is a song. How can it not be?

How many victims must that be? Slaughtered in vain across the land,And how many strugles must that be?Before we choose to live the profits planEverybody sing- Every day create your History,Every path you take you’re leaving your legacyEvery soldier dies in his gloryEvery legend tells of conquest and liberty.

Dancing is to music what a beloved wife is to her husband. Both of them are so in love, you can’t separate them.

reality sucks, that’s probably why we dream. Why our bodies need sleep. So we can escape. Escape this earth, at least just for a little while. Everynight, we get to go away. Sleep is the only time I feel safe. The only time I can leave this place. This reality that feels like needles sticking...

it’s not about what to think,it’s about how to think.

nothing is accomplished by writing a piece of musicnothing is accomplished by hearing a piece of musicnothing is accomplished by playing a piece of musicour ears are now in excellent condition.

There’s something beautifully friendly and elevating about a bunch of guys playing music together. This wonderful little world that is unassailable. It’s really teamwork, one guy supporting the others, and it’s all for one purpose, and there’s no flies in the ointment, for a while. And nobody conducting, it’s all up to you. It’s really...

But I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head, like a face that I hold inside, face that awakes when I close my eyes, face that watches everytime I lie, face that laughs everytime I fall. (It watches EVERYTHING) … But the face inside is hearing...

People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands – literally thousands – of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss.

I’m tired again, I’ve tried again, and now my heart is full.And I just can’t explain…so I won’t even try to.

Why would anyone pay for writing anymore when there’s Facebook and why would anyone pay for music anymore when there’s YouTube.

There is so much more to the notes being strum from his guitar, behind everything is raw emotion, and it’s proof that he is human. That his heart beats just like mine and that sadness can infiltrate those that appear to have souls made out of stone.

He could tell by the way animals walked that they were keeping time to some kind of music. Maybe it was the song in their own hearts that they walked to.

I am kind of majoring in bull shitting.

Personally, I like to imagine the Godhead dancing it a rhythm of its own, something even grander than a waltz, touching, tasting, smelling, seeing, and hearing, creating wonder after wonder, and when it’s finished, looking upon the handiwork and saying, “This is great!

My thoughts of you are a rainbow in splashing ocean waves…appearing…disappearing in sacred depths of skies the grasps of mine reach to the highest… Will you, ah, long for kissing me tonight? so I could feel the sweetest pleasure of your lips on mine… As we embrace in our dream, I’ll dance your quiet loving...

The music never leaves. Once you have it, you can’t lose it.

For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.

You can put off your dreams, your desires, your careers, your farms. You can avoid your responsibilities, obligations, promises, and sovereign rights. But any person who wants to make music, and doesn’t, is a goddamned fool.

Music is, to me, proof of the existence of God. It is so extraordinarily full of magic, and in tough times of my life I can listen to music and it makes such a difference.

Nature’s music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.

My teacher, Ben Johnston, was convinced that our tuning is responsible for much of our cultural psychology, the fact that we are so geared toward progress and action and violence and so little attuned to introspection, contentment, and acquiescence. Equal temperament could be described as the musical equivalent to eating a lot of red meat...

Often the right path is the one that may be hardest for you to follow. But the hard path is also the one that will make you grow as a human being.

I would teach children music, physics, and philosophy; but most importantly music, for the patterns in music and all the arts are the keys to learning

That was how we spoke, my mother and I: in puns and games and rhymes. In, you might say, lyrics. This was our tragedy. We were language’s magpies by nature, stealing whatever sounded bright and shiny. We were tinpan alleycats, but the gift of music had been withheld. We could not sing along, though we...

What you see is kinda what you get with me. I’m a very real person, or I hope to be, anyway. I don’t have nothing to hide

Stephen had been put to sleep in his usual room, far from children and noise, away in that corner of the house which looked down to the orchard and the bowling-green, and in spite of his long absence it was so familiar to him that when he woke at about three he made his way...

Speaking unspoken words,music is a good way to say.

To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the music the words make.

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent

In a timepiece, a sweep of a second hand is so slim in a way that it doesn’t wait for no man, and that’s why we choose to conceive things from the heart.

Think it a vile habit to alter works of good composers, to omit parts of them, or to insert new-fashioned ornaments. This is the greatest insult you can offer to Art.

The music is not in the notes,but in the silence between.

The piano ain’t got no wrong notes.

They [the critics] deal with Schoenberg’s early works and all their wealth by classifying them, with the music-historical cliché, as late romantic post-Wagnerian. One might just as well dispose of Beethoven as a late-classicist post-Haydnerian.

Music is enough for a lifetime, but a lifetime is not enough for music

Music Has No Religion Nor Gender. See Its a ___W___A___V____E___ and You Can Modify It !!! So What You Are Up To.. ?

Music does not need the language of words for it has movements of dance to do its translation.

Well, normally I’m against big things. I think the world is going to be saved by millions of small things. Too many things can go wrong when they get big.” — Pete Seeger (on how he felt about attending his big 90th birthday bash last year)

Music is nothing else but wild sounds civilized into time and tune.

Yuh cyah vex when soca playin

Sexuality and anger are often written with the same note, but never on the same line, because they don’t make music together.

There is no end to the things you don’t understand. The mind will search for a lie to give it an answer you can understand, but one song at the right time will challenge what you accept.

life’s cake,” but music, laughter and the enjoyment of eating are the toppings that flavor everyday living. These added accents or accessories do spice up the cake. If served without, life would be rather bland!

You probably think of the orchestra as a heterogeneous mass of instrumentsproducing a confused agreeable massof sound. You do not listen for details because you have never trained your ears to listen to details.

Music. A meaningless acceleration in the rhythm of celestial experience.