music

A Quote by Eric Hoffer on direction, music, opposites, and soul

It is the stretched soul that makes music, and souls are stretched by the pull of opposites--opposite bents, tastes, yearnings, loyalties. Where there is no polarity--where energies flow smoothly in one direction--there will be much doing but no music.

Eric Hoffer (1902 - 1983)

Contributed by: Zaady

A Quote by Emily Dickinson on music and world

This World is not Conclusion. A Sequel stands beyond- Invisible, as Music- But positive, as Sound.

Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

Source: Poems, Third Series, 1896.

Contributed by: Zaady

A Quote by Elvis Presley on music

in

I don't know anything about music. In my line you don't have to.

Elvis Presley (1935 - 1977)

Contributed by: Zaady

A Quote by Elton John on cinema, future, good, music, and planning

On future plans. I want to do a musical movie. Like Evita, but with good music.

Elton John

Source: 1996

Contributed by: Zaady

A Quote by Elliot Easton on art, creativity, hope, ideas, motivation, music, people, thought, trying, and worry

How can you worry about pleasing people [critics] and what they're going to think? How can you do anything creative if the whole thing is motivated by trying to please somebody else? To me, the whole idea of what I thought art, or music, or anything creative was about pleasing yourself and hoping that whatever you're creating will reach someone else who'll see it on that level. To worry about someone picking it apart and discussing it element for element, and trying to knock you down or weaken it in any way doesn't amount to anything but a waste of paper.

Elliot Easton

Contributed by: Zaady

A Quote by Edward Robert Bulwer-Lytton on art, books, conscience, cooking, friendship, heart, hope, knowledge, love, music, passion, and poetry

We may live without poetry, music and art; We may live without conscience, and live without heart; We may live without friends; we may live without books; But civilized man cannot live without cooks. . . . He may live without books,-what is knowledge but grieving? He may live without hope,-what is hope but deceiving? He may live without love,-what is passion but pining? But where is the man that can live without dining?

Edward Robert Bulwer-Lytton (1831 - 1891)

Source: pseudonym: Owen Meredith, Lucile, pt. i, c.2. xix & xxiv

Contributed by: Zaady

A Quote by Edward O. Sisson on appreciation, art, character, exercise, failure, good, happiness, health, influence, joy, life, music, perfection, reading, thinking, and value

Every man whose tastes have been allowed to develop in wrong directions, or in whom the best tastes have failed of higher perfection, loses thereby from the inner joy and outer value of his whole life. Every good taste is a source and guarantee of happy healthy hours and days, and thus of the enrichment and elevation of life. A reasonable capacity to appreciate music and art quite suffices to enrich life and exercise a wholesome influence upon character. The taste for good reading is inseparable from a taste for good thinking.

Edward O. Sisson

Source: The Essentials of Character, The Macmillan Company, 1915

Contributed by: Zaady

A Quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay on music

in

Music my rampart, and my only one.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)

Source: On Hearing a Symphony of Beethoven, 1928

Contributed by: Zaady

A Quote by Edith Hamilton on driving, effort, facts, failure, mind, music, power, and reason

There is a field where all wonderful perfections of microscope and telescope fail, all exquisite niceties of weights and measures, as well as that which is behind them, the keen and driving power of the mind. No facts however indubitably detected, no effort of reason however magnificently maintained, can prove that Bach's music is beautiful.

Edith Hamilton (1867 - 1963)

Contributed by: Zaady

A Quote by Edgar Allan Poe on angels, fear, food, funerals, god, heroism, hope, madness, mortality, music, play, solitude, soul, tears, and tragedy

Lo! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly -- Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Wo! That motley drama! --oh, be sure It shall not be forgot! With its Phantom chased forever more, By a crowd that seize it not, Through a circle that ever returneth in To the self-same spot, And much of Madness and more of Sin And Horror the soul of the plot. But see, amid the mimic rout, A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes! --it writhes! --with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. Out - out are the lights - out all! And over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, And the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man," And its hero the Conqueror Worm.

Edgar Allan Poe (1809 - 1849)

Source: The Conqueror Worm, 1843

Contributed by: Zaady

Syndicate content