Piano Keys Quotes

Touch me 'til my ribs become piano keys.

I remember when I finally figured out how simple one aspect of singing was, and I looked at my voice teacher and I said, is that all it is? And he put his head on the piano keys, and he said, why do I do this to myself?

The whole work of man really seems to consist in nothing but proving to himself every minute that he is a man and not a piano key.

Our own Sleeping Beauty. Who finally kissed you awake?

When I had nothing else, I had my mother and the piano. And you know what? They were all I needed.

very bright teeth as big and orderly as piano keys.

PIANO, n. A parlor utensil for subduing the impenitent visitor. It is operated by depressing the keys of the machine and the spirits of the audience.

Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys, ‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs.

But when I first fell in love with the piano, I knew it was me. I was dying to play.

Life is like a piano. What you get out of it depends on how you play it.

I hope to refine music, study it, try to find some area that I can unlock. I don't quite know how to explain it but it's there. These can't be the only notes in the world, there's got to be other notes some place, in some dimension, between the cracks on the piano keys.

Music is enough for a lifetime - but a lifetime is not enough for music.

Outlaws, like lovers, poets, and tubercular composers who cough blood onto piano keys, do their finest work in the slippery rays of the moon.

And yet we constantly reclaim some part of that primal spontaneity through the youngest among us, not only through their sorrow and anger but simply through everyday discoveries, life unwrapped. To see a child touch the piano keys for the first time, to watch a small body slice through the surface of the water in a clean dive, is to experience the shock, not of the new, but of the familiar revisited as though it were strange and wonderful.

Will’s hand looked brown and sunburnt by contrast, their fingers dovetailed together like piano keys.

The piano keys are black and white but they sound like a million colors in your mind.

Piano keys jangled as he got to his feet. "Our own Sleeping Beauty. Who finally kissed you awake?" "Nobody. I woke up on my own." "Was there anyone with you?

One's own free unfettered choice, one's own caprice-however wild it may be, one's own fancy worked up at times to frenzy-is that very "most advantageous advantage" which we have overlooked, which comes under no classification and against which all systems and theories are continually being shattered to atoms... [an]will attain his object-that is, convince himself he is a man and not a piano-key!

Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words.