Search results for:

The hills are alive with the sound of music With songs they have sung for a thousand years The hills fill my heart with the sound of music My heart wants to sing every song it hears My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies from a church on a breeze To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over stones on its way To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray I go to the hills when my heart is lonely I know I will hear what I've heard before My heart will be blessed with the sound of music And I'll sing once more.

Meditate upon the Murali (the flute) of Krishna and the melody it aroused in the veins of humankind, animals, birds and plants and even hills and rivers, rocks and sand-dunes.

'Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.

Sing aloud the glory of God and charge the atmosphere with divine adoration . . . This is why I insist on group singing of the names of the Lord.

The manner in which Americans consume music has a lot to do with leaving it on their coffee tables, or using it as wallpaper for their lifestyles, like the score of a movie --it's consumed that way without any regard for how and why it's made.

He played the saxophone to his plants (not an endorsement of the violence in her books).

Is there anything more beautiful than the harmony of hundreds of Spring Peepers in concert, or a Red-Wing Blackbird cheering up a cold early spring pond? Hawks are starting to migrate, the earth is coming alive once again.

A good listener tries to understand thoroughly what the other person is saying. In the end he may disagree sharply, but before he disagrees, he wants to know exactly what it is he is disagreeing with. - Guide to Good Leadership.

I'm not going to be joining ZZ Top. You know they can't play my stuff. It's too complicated.

As he lay in fields bee-cloven songs came swiftly to Beethoven.

Difficult as it is really to listen to someone in affliction, it is just as difficult for him to know that compassion is listening to him. - Waiting for God.