After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
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Music expresses feeling and thought, without language; it was below and before speech, and it is above and beyond all words.
I would say that music is the easiest means in which to express, but since words are my talent, I must try to express clumsily in words what the pure music would have done better.
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Where words fail, music speaks.
Music is the shorthand of emotion
The inexpressible depth of music, so easy to understand and yet so inexplicable, is due to the fact that it reproduces all the emotions of our innermost being, but entirely without reality and remote from its pain… Music expresses only the quintessence of life and its events, never these themselves.
music can reach those places where words alone can’t go.
Music is in the connection of human souls, speaking a language that needs no words.
Music is truly the universal language, and when it is excellently expressed how deeply it moves our souls
The best, most beautiful, and most perfect way that we have of expressing a sweet concord of mind to each other, is by music. When I would form in my mind an idea of a society in the highest degree happy, I think of them as expressing their love, their joy, and the inward concord and harmony and spiritual beauty of their souls by sweetly singing to each other.
Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the heart..
Music embodies feeling without forcing it to contend and combine with thought, as it is forced in most arts and especially in the art of words.
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Music is well said to be the speech of angels; in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to man is felt to be so divine. It brings us near to the infinite.
Music at its best...is the grand archeology into and transfiguration of our guttural cry, the great human effort to grasp in time our deepest passions and yearnings as prisoners of time. Profound music leads us — beyond language — to the dark roots of our scream and the celestial
heights of our silence.
When words leave off, music begins.
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