#strings

There is geometry in the humming of the strings, there is music in the spacing of the spheres. ↗

— Pythagoras

#humming #music #spheres #strings

But I would lie on the floor and analyze everything. I'd listen to all the strings and the background vocals on the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack and try to pick out the different instruments. ↗

— Kevin Richardson

#background #different #everything #fever #floor

I've returned to being an amateur without any ties or strings attached, which gives me a freedom I never had before. ↗

— Cat Stevens

#any #attached #before #being #freedom

The progression of roles you take strings together a portrait of an actor, but it's a completely random process. ↗

— Meryl Streep

#completely #portrait #process #progression #random

I think most of America is seeing the strings behind the campaign, and sees the crass political maneuvers that people are making. I mean, they're extremely apparent to me. ↗

— Danny Strong

#apparent #behind #campaign #extremely #i

We live in a dancing matrix of viruses; they dart, rather like bees, from organism to organism, from plant to insect to mammal to me and back again, and into the sea, tugging along pieces of this genome, strings of genes from that, transplanting grafts of DNA, passing around heredity as though at a great party. ↗

— Lewis Thomas

#along #around #back #bees #dancing

I remember when I was coming up, the music stores where you could get guitar strings was where I got my records from. Now the place where you get your records from is where you can get your DJ mats and your mixers. ↗

— Jam Master Jay

#could #dj #get #got #guitar

On recovering my senses, I hastened to quit a place where I hoped there was nothing further to detain me. I first filled my pockets with gold, then fastened the strings of the purse round my neck, and concealed it in my bosom. ↗

— Adelbert von Chamisso

#concealed #detain #fastened #filled #first

I like the strings. I always have. Because that's how it feels. But the strings make pain seem more fatal than it is, I think. We're not as frail as the strings would make us believe. And I like the grass, too. The grass got me to you, helped me to imagine you as an actual person. But we're not different sprouts from the same plant. I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well – but never quite perfectly, you know? ↗

— John Green

#life #margo #quentin #strings #imagination

I can do the old hand vibrato just fine, but I like attacking the strings. ↗

— Ritchie Blackmore

#fine #hand #i #i can #just