Quotes about Violin

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Life' wrote a friend of mine, 'is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go a — E.M. Forster, A Room with a View
There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin. — Dejan Stojanovic
A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony. — Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
Furthermore--though it was quite irrelevant now--he had no idea his killer, Kazuo Kiriyama, had, in his mansion that was — Koushun Takami, Battle Royale
A violinist fiddled.With strings resined for winter.Summer's light splintered. — H.S. Crow
To say she is only a woman is to say a violin is a piece of wood with strings, and Dante is mere ink printed on paper. — Bruce Crown, Forlorn Passions
It throbbed and pulsed, channeled by elemental forces of fear, love, hope, and sadness. The bow stabbed and flitted acro — A.S. Peterson, Fiddler's Green
There is nothing more to be said or to be done tonight, so hand me over my violin and let us try to forget for half an h — Arthur Conan Doyle, The Five Orange Pips
The only reason I am successful is because I have stayed true to myself. — Lindsey Stirling
The true mission of the violin is to imitate the accents of the human voice, a noble mission that has earned for the vio — Charles-Auguste de Beriot
Rush-hour on the A rain. A blind man staggers forth, his cane tapping lightlyown the aisle. He leans against the door,ra — Ocean Vuong
From the first note I knew it was different from anything I had ever heard.... It began simply, but with an arresting ph — Deanna Raybourn, Silent in the Grave
—the longer you silence a violin, the harder it is for it to find its true voice again. — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She closed her eyes and began to weave a song. She abandoned the familiar melodies she’d played so many times before and — A.S. Peterson, Fiddler's Green
She chased the song like a hound fast upon a scent. She pursued it through a forest primeval: a dark land planted with m — A.S. Peterson, Fiddler's Green
And then she caught the song. She fell upon it and music poured from the fiddle’s hollow, bright and liquid like fire ou — A.S. Peterson, Fiddler's Green
Then she took up the bow and began to play. The tone was warm and deep, storied with layers of age. — A.S. Peterson, Fiddler's Green
Free the fire fluttering inside her rib cage. Work her muscles, the bow, the violin, until she played herself to ash and — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
I made the valuable discovery that practicing wasn't a matter of time at all. It was a matter of intensity. Five minutes — Leonard Wibberley