Violin Quotes

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“It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.”
Kristin Cashore, Fire

E.M. Forster
“Life' wrote a friend of mine, 'is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.”
E.M. Forster, A Room with a View

Arthur Conan Doyle
“There is nothing more to be said or to be done tonight, so hand me over my violin and let us try to forget for half an hour the miserable weather and the still more miserable ways of our fellowmen.”
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Five Orange Pips

Kiera Cass
“What are these?" Maxon asked, brushing across the tips of my fingers as we walked.
"Calluses. They're from pressing down on violin strings four hours a day."
"I've never noticed them before."
"Do they bother you?" I was the lowest caste of the six girls left, and I doubted any of them had hands like mine.
Maxon stopped moving and lifted my fingers to his lips, kissing the tiny, worn tips.
"On the contrary. I find them rather beautiful." I felt myself blush. "I've seen the world – admittedly mostly through bulletproof glass or from the tower of some ancient castle – but I've seen it. And I have access to the answers of a thousand questions at my disposal. But this small hand here?" He looked deeply into my eyes. "This hand makes sounds incomparable to anything I've ever heard. Sometimes I think I only dreamed that I heard you play the violin, it was so beautiful. These calluses are proof that it was real.”
Kiera Cass, The Elite

Ocean Vuong
“Rush-hour on the A rain. A blind man
staggers forth, his cane tapping lightly
own the aisle. He leans against the door,

raises a violin to chin, and says I’m sorry
to bother you, folks. But please. Just listen.
And it kills me, the word sorry. As if something like music

should be forgiven. He nuzzles into the wood like a lover,
inhales, and at the first slow stroke, the crescendo
seeps through our skin like warm water, we

who have nothing but destinations, who dream of light
but descend into the mouths of tunnels, searching.
Beads of sweat fall from his brow, making dark roses

on the instrument. His head swooning to each chord
exhaled through the hollow torso. The woman beside me
has put down her book, closed her eyes, the baby

has stopped crying, the cop has sat down, and I know
this train is too fast for dreaming, that these iron jaws
will always open to swallow a smile already lost.

How insufficient the memory, to fail before death.
how will hear these notes when the train slides
into the yard, the lights turned out, and the song

lingers with breaths rising from empty seats?
I know I am too human to praise what is fading.
But for now, I just want to listen as the train fills

completely with warm water, and we are all
swimming slowly toward the man with Mozart
flowing from his hands. I want nothing

but to put my fingers inside his mouth,
let that prayer hum through my veins.
I want crawl into the hole in his violin.

I want to sleep there
until my flesh
becomes music.”
Ocean Vuong

Lindsey Stirling
“The only reason I am successful is because I have stayed true to myself.”
Lindsey Stirling

Louisa May Alcott
“…the violin — that most human of all instruments…”
Louisa May Alcott, Jo's Boys

Arthur Conan Doyle
“A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony.”
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

Kamand Kojouri
“For me,
you are fresh water
that falls from trees
when it has stopped raining. For me,
you are cinnamon that lingers
on the tongue and gives
bitter words
For me, you are the scent of
violins and vision
of valleys
And still,
for me, your loveliness never ends.
It traverses
the world
and finds its
way back to me.
Kamand Kojouri

Koushun Takami
“Furthermore--though it was quite irrelevant now--he had no idea his killer, Kazuo Kiriyama, had, in his mansion that was much larger than Toshinori's home in Shiroiwa-cho, mastered the violin at a level far superior to Toshinori's a long time ago--and then tossed his violin into the trash.”
Koushun Takami, Battle Royale

Dejan Stojanovic
“There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.”
Dejan Stojanovic

Edmond de Goncourt
“A poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.”
Edmond de Goncourt

Bruce Crown
“To say she is only a woman is to say a violin is a piece of wood with strings, and Dante is mere ink printed on paper.”
Bruce Crown, Forlorn Passions

“The true mission of the violin is to imitate the accents of the human voice, a noble mission that has earned for the violin the glory of being called the king of instruments”
Charles-Auguste de Beriot

Deanna Raybourn
“From the first note I knew it was different from anything I had ever heard.... It began simply, but with an arresting phrase, so simple, but eloquent as a human voice. It spoke, beckoning gently as it unwound, rising and tensing. It spiraled upward, the tension growing with each repeat of the phrasing, and yet somehow it grew more abandoned, wilder with each note. His eyes remained closed as his fingers flew over the strings, spilling forth surely more notes than were possible from a single violin. For one mad moment I actually thought there were more of them, an entire orchestra of violins spilling out of this one instrument. I had never heard anything like it--it was poetry and seduction and light and shadow and every other contradiction I could think of. It seemed impossible to breathe while listening to that music, and yet all I was doing was breathing, quite heavily. The music itself had become as palpable a presence in that room as another person would have been--and its presence was something out of myth.”
Deanna Raybourn, Silent in the Grave

Neeraj Agnihotri
“You can buy an expensive violin, but you can’t buy 10 years of practice.”
Neeraj Agnihotri, Procrasdemon - The Artist's Guide to Liberation From Procrastination

Gaston Leroux
“Mlle. Daaé's curious action in going out at that hour had worried me at first; but, as soon as I saw her go to the churchyard, I thought that she meant to fulfill some pious duty on her father's grave and I considered this so natural that I recovered all my calmness. I was only surprised that she had not heard me walking behind her, for my footsteps were quite audible on the hard snow. But she must have been taken up with her intentions and I resolved not to disturb her. She knelt down by her father's grave, made the sign of the cross and began to pray. At that moment, it struck midnight. At the last stroke, I saw Mlle. Daaé lift her eyes to the sky and stretch out her arms as though in ecstasy. I was wondering what the reason could be, when I myself raised my head and everything within me seemed drawn toward the invisible, which was playing the most perfect music! Christine and I knew that music; we had heard it as children. But it had never been executed with such divine art, even by M. Daaé. I remembered all that Christine had told me of the Angel of Music. The air was The Resurrection of Lazarus, which old Mr. Daaé used to play to us in his hours of melancholy and of faith. If Christine's Angel had existed, he could not have played better, that night, on the late musician's violin.”
Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

David Elkind
“It is next to impossible to learn a complex skill by observation alone. One does not learn to play the violin by watching Heifitz or the piano by observing Rubenstein.”
David Elkind, Child Development And Education: A Piagetian Perspective

Kiera Cass
“I gulped. Too many rules, too much structure, too many people. I just wanted to be alone with a violin.”
Kiera Cass, The Selection
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“Craving for Intimacy :-

I am a dust laden untuned guitar in a corner.
Come toward me and wipe away all my loneliness and tune the untuned strings in my life with your warm hands.
Chat with me the way you sing melodiously along with your guitar's melodious tunes.

Beat my fears the way you beat your drums.
Read , understand , remember and love me like your books.
Listen to the noises , voices , whispers and sounds in my silences.
Give me an eternal space in your poetries.
Spent such moments with me that gets carved beautifully on the walls of my memories.
Get lost in my love the way you are into the melodies of your violen and piano while playing them.
Love me above the boundaries of ether.
Embrace me tightly in the arms of your soul and coalesce me within your soul.
And take me away in the ethereal cosmos with you.

©Spriha Kant”
Spriha Kant

Catherynne M. Valente
“Ivan said, If only we could eat violin music.”
Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

“Chopin did not wrote anything for the Violin, because all his music is written for the Violin.”
Jean-Michel Rene Souche

Arthur Rimbaud
“So much the worse for the wood if it finds that it has become a violin, and I feel nothing but contempt for those ignoramuses who argue over things that they know nothing about.”
Arthur Rimbaud

Jessica Chiccehitto Hindman
“..but what you really hate is the fact that in the middel of two catastrophic wars, it is easier to hold a job fake-fiddling, playing calming music for Americans while Bagdad burns, than it is to get a job reporting form the middel of the blaze.”
Jessica Chiccehitto Hindman, Sounds Like Titanic

Sarah Blake
“And when the man had touched his bow to the string, touched and then drawn the bow across, holding that long first note, Ogden had understood that every life had at its center a beginning that was not birth, a moment when the catch on the lock in one's life opens, and out it comes, starting forward.”
Sarah Blake, The Guest Book

“I held you gently and closely like a violin.”
Sagar Ramdeo

Rodrigo Éker
“Descubrió que, nuevamente, ante su propia incredulidad, volvía a parecerle el mismo objeto de antaño, sin ningún tipo de diatriba grandilocuente o significado trascendental.
El violín no era más que un simole violín.”
Rodrigo Éker

Suzy  Davies
“But in her head, she believed what Einstein had suggested. The enigma of The Universe itself was answered in mathematics. Mushing was all about timing. It was about the rhythm of dog and man - synchronicity of movement, elegance. And sometimes, the movement of her bow across the strings of her violin reminded her of the swish and glide of the runners on a sled ride in the snow.”
Suzy Davies

Alex Brunkhorst
“She held a violin delicately tucked in between her soft neck and athletic shoulder, and she was dressed in a white goddess-like gown that pooled on the floor. Wide gold cuffs covered her wrists, dangly earrings hung from her ears and an ornate headband haloed her sharply bobbed black wig. Her eyes were outlined in a smoldering, liquid black, and her lips were the color of blood.
She was dressed as Cleopatra.
Is there a moment in every relationship when it becomes life-threateningly dangerous? When you realize that your heart is so comfortably resting in someone else's hands that should they decide to drop it you would never fully recover? In the case of my relationship with Matilda Duplaine it was at this very moment.”
Alex Brunkhorst, The Gilded Life of Matilda Duplaine

Gaston Leroux
“Often he would play his saddest tunes on the beach and pretend that the sea stopped its roaring to listen to them.”
Gaston Leroux, Phantom of the Opera

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