Ah, music. A magic beyond all we do here!
Music is well said to be the speech of angels; in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to man is felt to be so divine. It brings us near to the infinite.
Music is a great blessing. It has the power to elevate and liberate us. It sets people free to dream. It can unite us to sing with one voice. Such is the value of music.
The experience of bliss will give you an insight into the very phenomenon of beauty. Not only does it make you beautiful, it suddenly transforms the whole world. The whole world becomes beautiful because the world reflects you, it is a mirror.
Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.
All deep things are song. It seems somehow the very central essence of us, song; as if all the rest were but wrappages and hulls!
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Everything on this planet has something to do with music. Music functions in the realm of sculptured air.
At moments of acute joy or sorrow, men and women throughout history have sung or reached for musical instruments to express the inexpressible. When minds are taut with emotional entanglement, there seems to be an inner compulsive instinct to release and harness this tension through the measured vibrations in the air that we call music.
Music has been one of the most beautiful things in my life and will always be a very big part of who I am and what I do.
I think something happens only when people find that they are moved with others, find themselves linked or allied in new ways, showing up or speaking out in ways that resonate with one another. That resonating can be very compelling and lead to moving and speaking more emphatically and with sharper focus.
Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul
Tintinnabulation is like this. Here I am alone with silence. I have discovered that it is enough when a single note is beautifully played. This note, or a silent beat, or a moment of silence comfort me.
Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.
Amongst the instrumentalities of love and peace, surely there can be no sweeter, softer, more effective voice than that of gentle, peace-breathing music.
If singing was a color, it would've been the color of that chocolate.
I want to take people away from the ugliness and sadness around us every day and bring beautiful, deep music to as many people as I can.
Prayer is The world in tune, A spirit-voyce, And vocall joyes, Whose Eccho is heaven's blisse.
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.
The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.
