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“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

“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

“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

“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

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

“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

“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

“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

“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 melodyâ€�”
― Ikrame Selkani, Don't skip my memory

“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

“Love is not just about finding someone who completes you but about finding someone who inspires you to complete yourself. Together, you create a harmony that neither could achieve alone, a melody that resonates with the rhythm of your hearts.”
― Shivanshu K. Srivastava

“Oh, how I tried—to forget you, to distance myself from the memories we shared. But I failed miserably. You remained with me, a shadow in every thought, a presence in every place I visited. Whatever I did, you were there, like a melody that plays in the background of my life, soft yet impossible to ignore.”
― Shahid Hussain Raja

“Poems are the music of melancholy played by a burning heart.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The reason I didn't want to hear that tune again had nothing to do with memories of Shimamoto. The song just didn't do to me what it used to. Why, I can't say. The special something I'd found ages ago in that melody was no longer there. It was still a beautiful tune, but nothing more. And I had no intention of lingering over the corpse of a beautiful song.”
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

“There was a tiny dance of melody in the air, her Seashell was tamped in her ear again and she was listening to far people in far places, her eyes wide and staring at the fantoms of blackness above her in the ceiling.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451