Gene Kelly Quotes

Come around, feel the sound. Know you make my heart pound. Fill me up, bring me down; when I hear your sound.

Love cannot express the idea of music, while music may give an idea of love.

The common denominator is a love of music.

Yes, I love to play drums and bass and guitar and piano. Those are the main instruments I play. That is it.

My first love was the sound of guitar.

I really love things with melody.

I love music more just in and of itself. I love harmony and rhythm.

Music is universal too. Even deaf people like to dance, love rhythm, and can kind of pick it up.

My favorite song of ours is 'Dance The Night Away.'

I love percussive instrumentation.

We all can dance when we find music that we love.

The keys that unlock the heart are made of funny materials: a disarming phrase that comes out of the blue, nowhere, a certain sexy walk that sends you reeling, the way someone hums when she is alone. My father said it was the way my mother danced with him.

I was in the back of the car with my girlfriend, the Rascals came on the radio and I realized their song was sexier than the sex I was trying to have.

He closed his eyes as she put her hand on his shoulder, and in that instant, nothing else mattered. Not the song, not the place, not the other couples around him. Only this, only her. He gave himself over to the feel of her body as it pressed against him, and they moved slowly in small circles on the sawdust-strewn floor, lost in a world that felt as though it had been created for just the two of them.

Love is music, and sex is only the instrument.

Music means harmony, harmony means love. Love means God.

Music is the reaching out towards the utmost realities by means of ordered sound.

Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses

The night is made for tenderness,--so still that the low whisper, scarcely audible, is heard like music,--and so deeply pure that the fond thought is chastened as it springs and on the lip made holy.

For the first time, he heard something that he knew to be music. He heard people singing. Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps, it was only an echo.

It is better to be loved by one person who knows your soul than millions who don't even know your phone number.

There is little one can say about love. It has to be lived, and it's always in motion.

Music seems to hold everything together. It seems to make things not so chaotic sometimes. It seems to make things make more sense sometimes.

Music brings life to my soul.