Ritardando In Music Quotes & Sayings
Enjoy reading and share 12 famous quotes about Ritardando In Music with everyone.
Top Ritardando In Music Quotes

You know sometimes I just want to curl up on stage and lie there for a while - it's weird. — Michael Hutchence

I would write of the universal, not the provincial, in human nature ... I would write of characters, not of characteristics. — Ellen Glasgow

The night, a living presence, was in constant motion, shifting itself, sighing, breathing. She wondered if perhaps it, too, was trying to get warm. — Laird Koenig

The things I'm guided to do are really strange to me. — Billy Corgan

Our midnight feasts aren't so much 'lashings of ginger beer' as 'whatever booze we can smuggle in'. — Cat Clarke

Not to the swift, the race: Not to the strong, the fight: Not to the righteous, perfect grace: Not to the wise, the light. But often faltering feet Come surest to the goal; And they who walk in darkness meet The sunrise of the soul. — Henry Van Dyke

The Psalms offer us a way of joining in a chorus of praise and prayer that has been going on for millennia and across all cultures. Not to try to inhabit them, while continuing to invent nonpsalmic "worship" based on our own feelings of the moment, risks being like a spoiled child who, taken to the summit of Table Mountain with the city and the ocean spread out before him, refuses to gaze at the view because he is playing with his Game Boy. — N. T. Wright

[ ... ] times of great idealism carry equal chances for great corruptibility. — Thomas Pynchon

When you're battling against the minds of the studios and the money that can go into promoting larger budget films, it's very hard for a very small-budget Australian film to get a look in. You can get critically acclaimed and go to various film festivals around the world, but that doesn't necessarily mean the majority of people are going to hear about it. — Hugo Weaving

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters. — Stephen King

I am not romantic, you know; I never was. — Jane Austen

Clive was losing sensation in his feet, and as he stamped them the rhythm gave him back the ten note falling figure, ritardando, a cor anglais, and rising softly against it, contrapuntally, cellos in mirror image. Her face in it. The end. — Ian McEwan