Quotes about Melody
Each scene has its own music, and the music is created for the scene, woven to it in ways we do not understand. No matter how much we may love the melody of a bygone day or imagine the song of a future one, we must dance within the music of today, or we will always be out of step, stumbling around in something that doesn't suit the moment. I
— Lisa Wingate
Life is not unlike cinema. Each scene has its own music, and the music is created for the scene, woven to it in ways we do not understand. No matter how much we may love the melody of a bygone day or imagine the song of a future one, we must dance within the music of today, or we will always be out of step, stumbling around in something that doesn't suit the moment. I let
— Lisa Wingate
Hope is the melody of the future. Faith is dancing to that melody right now.
— Lysa TerKeurst
Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.
— John Milton
Surely again, to heal men's wounds by music's spell.
— Euripides
If God wanted the woods to be quiet, He would not have given birds songs to sing.
— Matshona Dhliwayo
Music is pleasing not only because of the sound but because of the silence that is in it: without the alternation of sound and silence there would be no rhythm.
— Thomas Merton
We must see that peace represents a sweeter music, a cosmic melody, that is far superior to the discords of war.
— Martin Luther King, Jr.
Song—a long, winding tune that turns minor at times, major at times, but mostly is just running along in the background.
— Chris Fabry
an orchestra is unified not because all the instruments are the same, but because the different instruments are playing the same song. They are using their unique sounds to create beautiful harmonic textures.
— Tony Evans
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
— Khalil Gibran
What a transfiguration it is to love! And the little shrieks, the pursuits in the grass, the waists encircled by stealth, the jargon that is melody, the adoration that breaks through in the way a syllable is said, those cherries snatched form one pair of lips by another - It all catches fire and turns into celestial glories.
— Victor Hugo