Buster Keaton Quotes

Hawaiian music is beautiful and simple.

This is what I want in heaven... words to become notes and conversations to be symphonies.

Every act, every deed of justice and mercy and benevolence, makes heavenly music in Heaven.

When I was five, I heard the end of Beethoven's 'Ninth Symphony' with my mother, and I got goosebumps all over my body.

Being at the show, watching people do what they do so well, hearing a full orchestra, and hearing beautiful music? There's nothing better.

I love bossa nova. It's the most beautiful genre of music in the world.

I am comforted by the assurance that there will be beautiful music in heaven, and for that I am most grateful.

Jazz is something that you have to feel. It's something that you have to live.

Exalted Manna, gladness of the best, Heaven in ordinary, man well drest.

It flies so high, I swear I heard the organs playing.

Lord, what music hast thou provided for Thy saints in heaven, when Thou affordest bad men such music on earth!

An actor is at his best a kind of unfrocked priest who, for an hour or two, can call on heaven and hell to mesmerize a group of innocents.

Music isn't just a pleasure, a transient satisfaction. It's a need, a deep hunger; and when the music is right, it's joy. Love. A foretaste of heaven. A comfort in grief. Is it too much to think that perhaps God speaks to us sometimes through music? How, then, could I be so ungrateful as to refuse the message?

I can assure you that those who have already passed have not only made it to the Other Side, but are in a state of bliss.

Music is one of the fairest and most glorious gifts of God.

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.

The cross [is] the ultimate statement of God's involvement in the world on this side of heaven.

Auditur et altera pars. (The other side shall be heard as well.)

Heaven is home. Utopia is here. Nirvana is now.

I've been an atheist ever since I heard there was only a stairway to heaven

Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.

Color is joy. One does not think joy. One is carried by it.

Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.

I walked out of the theater and started crying. My wife asked me, 'Why are you crying?' I said, 'Because I can't do that.' I didn't know how he did it. I've never seen anything like that. It's like this feat, this Rodin sculpture to me. It's like hearing an opera singer and the tears go down your face because it's not human what they're doing. It's like sounds of heaven.