Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

What is beauty, anyway? It's more than something pleasant looking. If it doesn't stop us in our tracks and make us unable to move for a moment, unable to put into words what's closing off the breath in our throats, then maybe it's pretty, but it probably isn't beauty.

'The Boatman's Call' is amazing; it's an album of love songs, really beautiful.

For whatever reason, I've always gravitated towards music that feels nostalgic or longing or beautifully tragic.

Inspiring music may fill the soul with heavenly thoughts, move one to righteous action, or speak peace to the soul.

What is classical music if not the epitome of sensuality, passion, and understated erotica that popular music, even with all of its energy and life, cannot even begin to touch?

In the twilight, it was a vision of power.

Great music is that which penetrates the ear with facility and leaves the memory with difficulty. Magical music never leaves the memory.

I've cried over string arrangements.

Music breaks my heart constantly.

When one has been touched by the stellar power and ethereal playing of a sublime musician, one is lifted, if only briefly, to a place beyond the realm of the temporal.

Cacie Dalager's voice is beautiful, and her lyrics break my heart.

I have a longing for violin or organ. Is it too simple to say those sustaining sounds symbolise immortality?

When Maester Aemon heard him sing, he said his voice was honey poured over thunder.

When we are in health, all sounds fife and drum for us; we hear the notes of music in the air, or catch its echoes dying away when we awake in the dawn.

My tears are like the quiet drift of petals from some magic rose; and all my grief flows from the rift of unremembered skies and snows. I think that if I touched the earth, it would crumble; it is so sad and beautiful, so tremulously like a dream.

There's nothing as dear as the sight of ruins.

Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.

There is something about riding a unicorn, for those people who still can, which is unlike any other experience: exhilarating, and intoxicating, and fine.

Jacian Obregon. It sounds like a melody. Or a tragedy.

He simply felt that if he could carry away the vision of the spot of earth she walked on, and the way the sky and sea enclosed it, the rest of the world might seem less empty.

This is why true beauty never strikes us directly. The setting sun is beautiful because of all it makes us lose.

Dry your eyes O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies.

The loveliest creations of men are persistently painful. What would be the description of happiness? Nothing, except what prepares and then what destroys it.