Quotes about Melody
I don't really have time to sit down and write. But when I think of a melody, I call up my answering machine and sing it, so I won't forget it.
- Britney Spears
Anon they move in perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood of flutes and soft recorders.
- John Milton
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray warbl'st at eve, when all the woods are still.
- John Milton
The only thing I envy about a cat is its purr, remarked Dr. Blythe once, listening to Doc's resonant melody. It is the most contented sound in the world.
- LM Montgomery
And music, our music, will swell and then unwind like two strands of melody at last entwined. Fulfill us! Complete us! Make us whole! Seal our bond forevermore! Tonight for me, embrace your destiny! Let me hear you sing once more!
- Andrew Lloyd Webber
It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
that voice was a deathless song.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
In a long meter hymn, a singer - they call it 'lays out a line.' And then the whole church joins in in repeating that line. And they form a wall of harmony so tight, you can't wedge a pin between it.
- Maya Angelou
This was a rare treat: the wonderful sound of memory filled happiness.
- Robin Jones Gunn
Another marvel: some one has me fast Within his ample palm; 'tis not a grasp Such as they use on earth, but all around Over the surface of my subtle being, As though I were a sphere, and capable To be accosted thus, a uniform And gentle pressure tells me I am not Self-moving, but borne forward on my way. And hark! I hear a singing; yet in sooth I cannot of that music rightly say Whether I hear, or touch, or taste the tones. Oh, what a heart-subduing melody!
- John Henry Newman
Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper.
- Albert Einstein
The nightingale appear'd the first, And as her melody she sang, The apple into blossom burst, To life the grass and violets sprang.
- Heinrich Heine