Trumpet Quotes

Quotes tagged as "trumpet" (showing 1-10 of 10)
Michael Bassey Johnson
“Don't bother to ring a bell in the ear that doesn't listen. Move to another ear, and if he doesn't listen to your bell, sit back and listen to his nemesis.”
Michael Bassey Johnson

Israelmore Ayivor
“It’s awkward to wake up one day to see the trumpet working hard to lead in the shoes of the microphone. You can only lead where you can function better!”
Israelmore Ayivor, Leaders' Watchwords

Alexander McCall Smith
“She watched him take the trumpet from its case and fit the mouthpiece. She watched as he raised it to his lips and then, so suddenly, from that tiny cup of metal against his flesh, the sound would burst out like a glorious, brilliant knife dividing the air. And the little room would reverberate and the flies, jolted out of their torpor, would buzz round and round as if riding the swirling notes.”
Alexander McCall Smith, The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency

Angelica Banks
“The butter from Dorothy's' crumpet
Dripped into the bell of her trumpet.

Sweet young Edgar, eating Jell-O,
Dropped a spoonful onto is cello.”
Angelica Banks, Finding Serendipity

Richard L.  Ratliff
“Daffodils are yellow trumpets of spring”
Richard L. Ratliff

Paul Fleischman
“The whirligig featured a drummer, a trumpet player, a clarinetist, and a man with a trombone. It was a leap beyond the spouting whale, with more figures, a six-bladed propeller, and a much more complex system of rods and pivots that made the instruments dip and rise as if the musicians were marching.”
Paul Fleischman, Whirligig

Paul Fleischman
“The red-jacketed band stirred to life. The first musician raised his trumpet. The trombone dipped. The drumstick rose. Lea lowered her clarinet. It had been Brent's idea not to have their insturments rise and fall in unison. The staggered motion gave it a more exciting rhythm.”
Paul Fleischman, Whirligig

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Obama Christ, LOLLIPOP PART 6: HIDDEN BABIES

Paul Fleischman
“I came to that wooden marching band. I stopped and looked. There was a trumpet, trombone, clarinet, and drum. Birds don't live alone, I told myself. They live in flocks. Like people. People are always in a group. Like that little wooden band.”
Paul Fleischman, Whirligig

“It's when you blow your own trumpet that no one can understand the tune that you are playing.”
Anthony T. Hincks