Rabukawaqa Isireli

“If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“There are two means of refuge from the misery of life — music and cats.”
― Albert Schweitzer

“Music is ... A higher revelation than all Wisdom & Philosophy”
― Ludwig van Beethoven

“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”
― Maya Angelou