Sweet Music Quotes

Sweet Music Quote of the day

Mozart is sweet sunshine.

In sweet music is such art: killing care and grief of heart fall asleep, or hearing, die.

You,” I said, “are sweet music in a distant room.

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.

Sweet music! sacred tongue of God.

Every ear is tickled with the sweet music of applause.

Sweet music, and your secret heart. Both have the healing grace.

Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!

I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

Sugar is not so sweet to the palate as sound to the healthy ear.

Life's most soothing things are a child's goodnight and sweet music.

Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.

Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.

And wheresoever, in his rich creation, Sweet music breathes--in wave, or bird, or soul-- 'Tis but the faint and far reverberation Of that great tune to which the planets roll!

How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!

Just listen to all this sweet, sweet music. I'm working the music.

O, pleasant is the welcome kiss When day's dull round is o'er; And sweet the music of the step That meets us at the door.

Some wise being organized my system, and gave me my capacity, put into my heart and brain something that delights, charms, and fills me with rapture at the sound of sweet music.

I bid the chords sweet music make, And all must follow in my wake.

My garden, with its silence and pulses of fragrance that come and go on the airy undulations, affects me like sweet music. Care stops at the gates, and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.

All beautiful things bring sadness, nor alone Sweet music, as our wisest Poet spake, Because in us keen longings they awake.

Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,/ The bee's collected treasure sweet,/ Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet/ The still small voice of gratitude.

I am out of humanity's reach.I must finish my journey alone,Never hear the sweet music of speech;I start at the sound of my own.