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“The Irish essayist has us close our eyes and listen to the words she says without trying to control our thoughts. I keep mine open a crack, to scan the packed room. He’s not here. ‘A rainy day,’ she says. My mother and me running from the Mustang to the house. ‘The sound of a musical instrument.’ Caleb playing the guitar. ‘An act of love.’ My father cleaning my golf clubs in the kitchen sink. She has us write about one of these moments that come up unbidden, unforced.”
― Lily King, Writers & Lovers

“Xuan’s movements were fluid and effortless, and I followed his lead with ease. The world around us faded away, and for a few precious moments, it was just the two of us, lost in the music in a peaceful quiet. I prayed that God would look down on us and see the beauty of our existence, and the trueness of our love. I prayed that He would decide to spare Xuan and leave us alone for many years. I prayed for a miracle.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“But what I like most to do is lie down in the early evening, just for half an hour anywhere I am, and listen to all the sounds I can hear. As if I were listening to music. And being attentive to things very far and very present, and when you hear voices and they’re speaking a language you don’t understand, it’s really beautiful. I love that.”
― Jim Jarmusch

“In a way, I cherish my numerous heartbreaks almost more than the actual love that preceded them, because the heartbreak has always proven to me that I can feel.”
― Dave Grohl, The Storyteller: Tales of Life and Music

“Y tú...
Dios, cuando escucho tu nombre solo puedo pensar en mi canción favorita. Eres la melodía que no deja de sonar en mi cabeza, aunque trate de pensar en otra cosa.”
― América Rodas, Una perfecta confusión

“Not antisocial, just wanted some peace
Yes, I have a low tolerance for superficialities
Quiet on the outside but my mind's a chaos
Music, movies, poetry, and cosmos
What makes life worth living?
Yes, I do love overthinking
Alone but never lonely
My mind's perpetually busy
of things, not everyone might comprehend
I usually do not follow the trend
Not a snob, more of a wallflower
a loner who celebrates solitude like no other.”
― Miss Rainbow Moonfire

“I'd probably love the sound that's made when an air guitarist gets struck by lightning while performing. I'd use that sizzle to flavor my Duck Soup.

Of course, I'm open to seasoning my Duck Soup with other sounds, like Track # 3 from U2's classic 1987 hit album "The Joshua Tree." Though I might have to charge an additional $19.95 for such an exotic flavor.”
― Jarod Kintz, BearPaw Duck And Meme Farm presents: Two Ducks Brawling Is A Pre-Pillow Fight

“He felt lost long before his mother left his life, he wanted to tell her, but it would ruin their dinner, their night. He thought of Frankie and Molly doing their homework with music and talking and laughter in the background. The doorbell ringing, kids stopping by, Kate on the phone, pots boiling over, everything a chaos of love. Then he thought of himself at their ages, alone in a silent house, listening for a creak on the stairs.”
― Mary Beth Keane, Ask Again, Yes

“Black. The song is about letting go. It's very rare for a relationship to withstand the Earth's gravitational pull and where it's going to take people and how they're going to grow. I've heard it said that you can't really have a true love unless it was a love unrequited. It's a harsh one, because then your truest one is the one you can't have forever.[6]”
― Eddie Vedder, Peace and Love Sheet Music

“500,000 halos outshined the mud and history. We washed and drank in God's tears of joy,
And for once…and for everyone…the truth was not a mystery.
Love called to all…music is magic.
As we passed over and beyond the walls of Nay,
Hand in hand as we lived and made real the dreams of peaceful men—
We came together…danced with the pearls of rainy weather,
Riding the waves of music and space…music is magic…magic is life…
Love as never loved before…
Harmony to son and daughter…man and wife…”
― Jimi Hendrix, Cherokee Mist: The Lost Writings

“I'll care for you, love you, support you and so much more.
But do not beg for it when you've abused it.
I can not love you. When your heart doesn't speak the same music.”
― T.Taylor

“All these years later, I'll be back on that dance floor. I will be swaying and the music will fill me and I will be a girl again. My friends will be there, and we'll dance all night, one song after another, and we will be laughing and laughing in each others' arms. I will be thirteen again, or fourteen, or twenty-six, or thirty, breath and rhythm, everyone awkward and ridiculous and perfect. We will be young, we will be alive, and I will be deeply grateful for these friends. I know that I was lucky to find them, the kind of friends who bring you halfway across the world, who fly with you to Puerto Rico, who hold you at your grandmother's funeral, who invite you into their home, invite you into their families, take care of you, check on you, fight for you, who make you want to be better, who give you their time and attention, share their secrets, their dreams, their communities, who show up, who see you, who hear you calling from hundreds of miles away, and slowly, slowly, love you back to life.”
― Jaquira Díaz, Ordinary Girls

“It was a time of chaos, of bombs and floods, when love songs streamed from the radios and wept down the streets. Music sustained weddings, births, rituals, work, marching, boredom, confrontation and death; music and stories, even in times like these, were a refuge, a passport, everywhere.”
― Madeleine Thien, Do Not Say We Have Nothing

“That's what I love about music.
- What?
- One of the most banal scenes
is suddenly invested
with so much meaning, you know?
All these banalities,
they're suddenly turned
into these...
these beautiful, effervescent pearls.
From music.
I've got to say, as I've gotten older,
these pearls are just...
...becoming increasingly
more and more rare to me.
More string than pearls?
Yeah. You've got to travel
over a lot more string
to get to the pearls.
This moment is a pearl, Gretta.
It sort of is, isn't it?
All this has been a pearl.”
― Begin Again

“I refuse to believe that Southern pride stems from the pain we’ve inflicted on others. Southern pride comes from what we’ve built together. In our music and art and innovation.

In the people who honor us by taking our culture out into the world and celebrating it. It comes from people seeking us out, and flocking here to experience all that we know and love.

We are all neighbors. We are all Southerners. This is OUR culture, and it means what WE choose it to mean.

So, yes. I’ll say it again—Southern Pride is good collard greens.

Death to the flag.

Long live the South.”
― Jason Latour, Southern Bastards #3

“His love of music, unlike his other loves, owned to vaguenesses, but while, on his comparatively shaded sofa, and smoking, smoking, always smoking, in the great Fawns drawing-room as everywhere, the cigars of his youth, rank with associations – while, I say, he so listened to Charlotte’s piano, where the score was ever absent but, between the lighted candles, the picture distinct, the vagueness spread itself about him like some boundless carpet, a surface delightfully soft to the pressure of his interest.”
― Henry James, The Golden Bowl

“The Beatles were bubblegum cards and Help at the Saturday morning cinema and toy plastic guitars and singing 'Yellow Submarine' at the top of my voice in the back row of the coach on school trips. They belong to me, not to me and Laura, or me and Charlie, or me and Alison Ashworth, and though they'll make me feel something, they won't make me feel anything bad.”
― Nick Hornby, High Fidelity

“God allows us glimpses into Heaven through beauty. We see the glimpses in nature, in paintings, we hear it in music, find it in words, but Heaven is shown to us most often, not through beautiful places, but through our love with others.” “Like”
― Scott Thompson, Eight Days

“The moon splits open.
We move through, waterbirds rising
to look for another lake.

Or say we are living in a love-ocean,
where trust works to caulk our body-boat,
to make it last a little while,
until the inevitable shipwreck,
the total marriage, the death-union.

Dissolve in friendship,
like two drunkards fighting.

Do not look for justice here
in the jungle where your animal soul
gives you bad advice.

Drink enough wine so that you stop talking.
You are a lover, and love is a tavern
where no one makes much sense.

Even if the things you say are poems
as dense as sacks of Solomon's gold,
they become pointless.”
― Rumi, Bridge to the Soul: Journeys Into the Music and Silence of the Heart