There is no beginning and no end in music. Some people want it to end. But it goes on.
Funk never dies. It is eternal. It just smells a little different from time to time.
The song was wordless; The singing will never be done.
The Indians long ago knew that music was going on permanently and that hearing it was like looking out a window at a landscape which didn't stop when one turned away.
that voice was a deathless song.
Music is religion for me. There'll be music in the hereafter, too.
The miracle of Bach has not appeared in any other art. To strip human nature until its divine attributes are made clear, to inform ordinary activities with spiritual fervour, to give wings of eternity to that which is most ephemeral; to make divine things human and human things divine; such is Bach, the greatest and purest moment in music of all time.
I like the idea of a kind of eternal music, but I didn't want it to be eternally repetitive, either. I wanted it to be eternally changing. So I developed two ideas in that way. 'Discreet Music' was like that, and 'Music for Airports.' What you hear on the recordings is a little part of one of those processes working itself out.
The book is all in us. Fool, hearest not thou? In thine own heart day and night is singing that Eternal Music - Sachchidânanda, soham, soham - Existence-Knowledge-Bliss Absolute, I am He, I am He.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
When I die, just keep playing the records.
'Redbone' from Childish Gambino - that is my ideal summer tune. It's already gone and done its thing, but I want it to live on forever.
Music waves eternal wands,-- Enchantress of the souls of mortals!
The tree of life knows that, whatever happens, the warm music spinning around it will never stop. However much death may come, however much blood may flow, the music will dance men and women as long as the air breaths them and the land plows and loves them.
Rock and Roll has no beginning and no end for it is the very pulse of life itself.
I'll sing forever.
Everything will pass, and the world will perish but the Ninth Symphony will remain.
Music is perpetual, and only the hearing is intermittent.
Amid the discords of this life, it is blessed to think of heaven, where God draws after him an everlasting train of music; for all thoughts are harmonious and all feelings vocal, and so there is round about his feet eternal melody.
To stop the flow of music would be like the stopping of time itself, incredible and inconceivable.
Let my name perish, -- the poetry is good poetry and the music is good music, and beauty dieth not, and the heart that needs it will find it.
They say that the eyes of some paintings can follow you around the room, a fact that I doubt, but I am wondering whether some music can follow you for ever.
Music will never stop - it can never stop. I will continue to sing for my fans till the end of time.
Will we march only to the music of time, or will we, risking criticism and abuse, march to the soul-saving music of eternity?
The nearer I approach the end, the plainer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the worlds which invite me. It is marvelous, yet simple.
