Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence.
Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.
Music is the moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
I've found that no matter what life throws at me, music softens the blow.
Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.
Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies.
Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory.
The only truth is music.
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent.
Music is the shorthand of emotion.
Music is nothing else but wild sounds civilized into time and tune.
Without music, life would be a mistake.
Music can change the world because it can change people.
Music is to the soul what words are to the mind.
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.
Music is an outburst of the soul.
Where words fail, music speaks.