Mannhardt Music Quotes & Sayings

Prince Andrew shrugged his shoulders and frowned, as lovers of music do when they hear a false note. — Leo Tolstoy

Whenever my phone blinks fist thought come to mind is u and only u. — Pavankumar Nagaraj

To recognize great talent, we must encourage dreamers. — Benjamin West

Always be humble enough to learn something new. Otherwise, it's only a matter of time before your knowledge becomes outdated. — Clinton Anderson

It was only when I lost the sun did I realize how much warmth it gave me. — E.L. Todd

A clever quote opens new paths in the minds of the clever! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

It is a mistake to suppose that the Supreme Court is either honoured or helped by being spoken of as beyond criticism. On the contrary, the life and character of its justices should be the objects of constant watchfulness by all, and its judgments subject to the freest criticism. — David Josiah Brewer

Among the planets of the arts, architecture is the dark side of the moon. — Bruno Zevi

I don't know how one can endure all the sorrows of life without repairing to gratitude. There is such inevitable grief that the practice of gratitude is all that can provide the necessary armor. — Hugh Hewitt

As discomfiting as it is to both market optimists and policy activists, a certain amount of instability is inherent to the economy. — Virginia Postrel

But there are times when you just need to acknowledge the shit, Fern, you know?"
Fern nodded, squeezing his hand a little tighter. "Yep. And that's okay, too."
"You just need to acknowledge it. Face the shit." Bailey's voice grew stronger, strident even. "Accept the truth in it. Own it, wallow in it, become one with the shit." Bailey sighed, the heavy mood lifting with his insistence on profanity. Swearing could be very therapeutic.
Fern smiled wanly. "Become one with the shit?"
"Yes! If that's what it takes."
"I've got Rocky Road ice cream. It looks a little like poop. Can we become one with the Rocky Road instead?"
"It does look a little like shit. Nuts and everything. Count me in."
"Sick, Bailey! — Amy Harmon

Wherefore the current of my soul hath broken

The bounds of sensual life,

And I am grown a god, a sinewy token

Of Pan's most ardent strife;

I am his own; I seem

The shadow of his dream,

As he is spinning thoughts of form and sense

Out of the formless void, stark, cold and dense. — Victor B. Neuburg

Where was the threshold, between the inner world and the outer one? We each move unthinkingly through this gateway every day, we use the passwords of grammar
I say, you say, he and she, it, on the other hand, does not say
paying for the privilege of sanity with common coin, with meanings we've agreed on. — Margaret Atwood