Melody Quotes

“Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.”
― Hans Christian Andersen

“I love you beyond paint, beyond melodies, beyond words. And I hope you will always feel that, even when I'm not around to tell you so.”
― Kiera Cass, The One

“Step one, accept she was a damn boss. Step two, hide all the knives, guns, and maybe the pillows, too.”
― J.J. McAvoy, Ruthless People

“Melody is the essence of music. I compare a good melodist to a fine racer, and counterpointists to hack post-horses; therefore be advised, let well alone and remember the old Italian proverb: Chi sa più, meno sa—Who knows most, knows least.”
― Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

“You who are sitting before me
have the power to
change my consciousness
into painting, poem, melody
or anything else!”
― Suman Pokhrel

“If, while at the piano, you attempt to form little melodies, that is very well; but if they come into your mind of themselves, when you are not practising, you may be still more pleased; for the internal organ of music is then roused in you. The fingers must do what the head desires; not the contrary.”
― Robert Schumann

“I shall give you a song, and you fill melody in it.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“What? You don't think he's cute?"
"I didn't really notice."
"How can you not notice when a guy is cute?" Melody stared at her in disbelief.”
― Nicholas Sparks, Safe Haven

“When Magnus looked at Imasu, he saw Imasu had dropped his head into his hands.
"Er," Magnus said. "Are you quite all right?"
"I was simply overcome," Imasu said in a faint voice.
Magnus preened slightly. "Ah. Well."
"By how awful that was," Imasu said.
Magnus blinked. "Pardon?"
"I can't live a lie any longer!" Imasu burst out. "I have tried to be encouraging. Dignitaries of the town have been sent to me, asking me to plead with you to stop. My own sainted mother begged me, with tears in her eyes - "
"It isn't as bad as all that - "
"Yes, it is!" It was like a dam of musical critique had broken. Imasu turned on him with eyes that flashed instead of shining. "It is worse than you can possibly imagine! When you play, all of my mother's flowers lose the will to live and expire on the instant. The quinoa has no flavor now. The llamas are migrating because of your music, and llamas are not a migratory animal. The children now believe there is a sickly monster, half horse and half large mournful chicken, that lives in the lake and calls out to the world to grant it the sweet release of death. The townspeople believe that you and I are performing arcane magic rituals - "
"Well, that one was rather a good guess," Magnus remarked.
" - using the skull of an elephant, an improbably large mushroom, and one of your very peculiar hats!"
"Or not," said Magnus. "Furthermore, my hats are extraordinary."
"I will not argue with that." Imasu scrubbed a hand through his thick black hair, which curled and clung to his fingers like inky vines. "Look, I know that I was wrong. I saw a handsome man, thought that it would not hurt to talk a little about music and strike up a common interest, but I don't deserve this. You are going to get stoned in the town square, and if I have to listen to you play again, I will drown myself in the lake."
"Oh," said Magnus, and he began to grin. "I wouldn't. I hear there is a dreadful monster living in that lake."
Imasu seemed to still be brooding about Magnus's charango playing, a subject that Magnus had lost all interest in. "I believe the world will end with a noise like the noise you make!"
"Interesting," said Magnus, and he threw his charango out the window.
"Magnus!"
"I believe that music and I have gone as far as we can go together," Magnus said. "A true artiste knows when to surrender."
"I can't believe you did that!"
Magnus waved a hand airily. "I know, it is heartbreaking, but sometimes one must shut one's ears to the pleas of the muse."
"I just meant that those are expensive and I heard a crunch.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Bane Chronicles

“My heart spread rainbow in the room
like colours of youth and
lilts of life's melodies.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“Wake up, live your life and sing the melody of your soul.”
― Amit Ray, Enlightenment Step by Step

“Some people look like they sound better than they actually sound, because they look confident and have good posture," once musician, a veteran of many auditions, says. "Other people look awful when they play but sound great. Other people have that belabored look when they play, but you can't hear it in the sound. There is always this dissonance between what you see and hear" (p.251).”
― Malcolm Gladwell, Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking

“Life is not a battle to win but a melody to sing.”
― Amit Ray, Enlightenment Step by Step

“Music shouldn't be just a tune, it should be a touch.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Check my riddle, and I’ll let you play my fiddle.”
― Zack Love, Sex in the Title: A Comedy about Dating, Sex, and Romance in NYC

“The vocal chorus will be along shortly: I like that part especially and the abrupt manner in which it throws itself forward, like a cliff against the sea. For the moment, the jazz is playing; there is no melody, only notes, a myriad of tiny jolts. They know no rest, an inflexible order gives birth to them and destroys them without even giving them time to recuperate and exist for themselves. They race, they press forward, they strike me a sharp blow in passing and are obliterated. I would like to hold them back, but I know if I succeeded in stopping one it would remain between my fingers only as a raffish languishing sound. I must accept their death; I must even will it. I know few impressions stronger or more harsh.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre

“The singing of birds became an orchestra- a symphony of gossip and mirth. I'd never heard so many layers of music, never heard the variations and themes that wove between their arpeggios. And beyond the birdsong, there was an ethereal melody- a woman, melancholy and weary... the willow. Gasping, I opened my eyes.

The world had become richer, clearer. The brook was a near-invisible rainbow of water that flowed over stones as invitingly smooth as silk. The trees were clothed in a faint shimmer that radiated from their centres and danced along the edges of their leaves. There was no tangy metallic stench- no, the smell of magic had become like jasmine, like lilac, like roses. I would never be able to paint it, the richness, the feel- Maybe fractions of it, but not the whole thing.

Magic- everything was magic, and it broke my heart.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Every flower is a melody that floats through the air and soothes our hearts.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“Let the music of words and the literature of notes harmonize within you, for in this symphony of expression, we discover the melody of our existence.”
― Ramona I.

“Ducks are melodic, not melodramatic. That, plus the gift of aquatic aviation, makes them the ideal soup ingredient.”
― Jarod Kintz, Powdered Saxophone Music

“In the symphony of existence, our actions compose the melody of our legacy.”
― Carlos Wallace, Why Sell Lies When The Truth Is Free

“The music became a siren song. The melody was my Iodestone, and I was powerless against its lure. With each step, I savoured the dampness of the grass beneath my bare feet. I didn't remember when I'd lost my shoes.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Love was once a beautiful song,
But now it's just a melody gone wrong.
My heart was once filled with joy,
But now it's just a shattered toy.”
― Amir H. Abdollahi

“It flowed and swam around her, filling her blood, and if she could have done so, she would have melted into the melody, become the rolling drums, the soaring violins, the clashing cymbals with the counter-beat, the horns and reeds with their high-arcing song.

There wasn't enough space inside her for the sound, for all it made her feel- not enough space in her mind, her heart, her body; and all she could do to honour it, worship it, was dance.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Don't sync your heartbeats
to the drumbeats of war.
Strum the chords of coexistence
on the frets of fervor.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Visvavictor: Kanima Akiyor Kainat

“Not every silence breaks beautifully, like a delicate melody. There are those silences shattering into countless pieces, each shard a fragment of unspoken words, a soundless explosion of feelings.”
― Shahid Hussain Raja

“That night she saw him for the first time spreading magic into the air through his melody.
A very decent and smiling figure was fascinating to the audience. His tender, talented fingers were moving on the strings to fill the air with his profound presence.
Completely unaware of her existence; he skilfully detached her from the outer world. His chords worked.

She was getting lost. For her, only two souls existed in the auditorium. One was playing mesmerizing tunes and the other was relishing it to the fullest. She was breathing the air he was releasing through his raga.

She left the hall late at night, feeling overwhelmed by his accomplishment. But something she left behind. Not her heart but a sign, a vibe that they may see each other again in the near future.”
― Meghna Sodha

“Drinking a cool juice under a starry night sky, where the immense universe seems so vast
and infinite, listening to calm music, reposeful harmonized melody…”
― Ikrame Selkani, Don't skip my memory

“She sat listening to the music. It was a symphony of triumph. The notes flowed up, they spoke of rising and they were the rising itself, they were the essence and the form of upward motion, they seemed to embody every human act and thought that had ascent as its motive. It was a sunburst of sound, breaking out of hiding and spreading open. It had the freedom of release and the tension of purpose. It swept space clean, and left nothing but the joy of unobstructed effort. Only a faint echo within the sounds spoke of that from which the music had escaped, but spoke in laughing astonishment at the discovery that there was ugliness or pain, and there never had had to be. It was the song of an immense deliverance.”
― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

“Your memory plays like a song, quietly echoing in my mind, its tune woven seamlessly into my thoughts, often without conscious awareness of your presence”
― Shahid Hussain Raja