Letitia Elizabeth Landon Quotes

When my dad died a lot of songs came, and they're still coming.

In a song, you have to have a lyric that gives us new ideas on how to live, a lyric that makes us feel, and a melody that gives you some kind of body response and emotional response.

I've had tons of incredible conversations with people who say they got married or buried relatives to my songs.

Music… is a memory bank for finding one’s way about the world.

For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.

I always tell people, the first time I heard 'She Talks To Angels,' those lyrics did something to me.

One of the things that touches me most when I play for an audience is that although we may be unable to communicate in words or have diametrically opposed views on hot-button issues, while the music sounds we can be at peace, we can be friends. The vibrations that fill an auditorium have no passports, and they unite ears when hearts may be divided.

Every record is a gate of a certain kind for me.

I get inspired by the sounds that evoke an emotion from me. That's what I am drawn to; that's what turns me on.

What I can feel the most and what I can remember the most are the melodies I want to write to.

Songwriting has become such a big part of what I do that emotions and the melodies that accompany them blur into one.

People often reach out and comment on how they relate to my lyrics, which makes me feel very warm inside.

I've always had a profound conviction that great music is about joy, even in the face of tragedy.

Music is one of the ways that God has of beating in on man.

Nothing recalls the past like music.

I never thought of myself as being a genius. I don't know what genius is. I think a far better expression is a retriever, a lovely strong golden retriever that brings things back from the past, or retrieves things from our common blood memory

All great art ... creates in the beholder not self-satisfacti on but wonder and awe. Its great liberation is to lift us out of ourselves.

There’s a real question as to what beauty is and why it’s important to us. Many pseudo-philosophers try to answer these questions and tell us they’re not really answerable. I draw on art and literature, and music in particular, because music is a wonderful example of something that’s in this world but not of this world. Great works of music speak to us from another realm even though they speak to us in ordinary physical sounds.

Books are not only the arbitrary sum of our dreams, and our memory. They also give us the model of self-transcende nce.

How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at interval upon the ear In cadence sweet; now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.

If you ask me, music is the language of memory

The music of your youth stays with you throughout your life.

Music is the one art we all have inside. We may not be able to play an instrument, but we can sing along or clap or tap our feet. Have you ever seen a baby bouncing up and down in the crib in time to some music? When you think of it, some of that baby's first messages from his or her parents may have been lullabies, or at least the music of their speaking voices. All of us have had the experience of hearing a tune from childhood and having that melody evoke a memory or a feeling. The music we hear early on tends to stay with us all our lives.