Fingers Quote by George Gershwin Download Open image “When I'm in my normal mood, music drips from my fingers.” — George Gershwin ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.8 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Fingers Mood Music Normal
Whenever am stressed,Whenever am anoyed,Whenever am isolated,Music Makes me fill good,happy,it takes every pain,and fill WaaaWooo!! — Mks Alanz Copy Share Image
My music has shaken hands with the world somehow - it's a beautiful disease, and I'm glad I got it. — R. Kelly Copy Share Image
My whole mood or sense can change by virtue of the music that I'm listening to. It really does affect me on a visceral… — Kiefer Sutherland Copy Share Image
And my music is always such a release of what I feel inside, an impulse. — Zola Jesus Copy Share Image
True music must repeat the thought and inspirations of the people and the time. My people are Americans and my time is today. — George Gershwin Copy Share Image
The extraordinary thing about my mother, she's so modest about me. — George Gershwin Copy Share Image
Porgy is...an interesting example of what can be done by talent in spite of a bad setup. With a libretto that should never have… — George Gershwin Copy Share Image
Gershwin's melodic gift was phenomenal. His songs contain the essence of New York in the 1920s and have deservedly become classics of their kind,… — George Gershwin Copy Share Image
Not many composers have ideas. Far more of them know how to use strange instruments which do not require ideas. — George Gershwin Copy Share Image
I didn't even start playing the piano until I was about 13 or 14. I guess I must have had a little talent or… — George Gershwin Copy Share Image
Jazz I regard as an American folk music; not the only one, but a very powerful one which is probably in the blood and… — George Gershwin Copy Share Image
Out of my entire annual output of songs, perhaps two, or at the most three, came as a result of inspiration. We can never… — George Gershwin Copy Share Image
True music must repeat the thought and inspirations of the people and the time. — George Gershwin Copy Share Image
A poet is wounded into speech, and he examines these wounds, meticulously, to discover how to heal them. The bad poet harangues at the… — Samuel R. Delany Copy Share Image
Ambition drives you on, ability certainly helps, but the fickle finger of fate and luck are great things. — Fergus Henderson Copy Share Image
The nineteenth century lynching mob cuts off ears, toes, and fingers, strips off flesh, and distributes portions of the body as souvenirs among the… — Ida B. Wells Copy Share Image
The child who ran weeping to you with a cut finger is now brought home, smiling gamely, with a broken collarbone and incredible contusions-… — Pam Brown Copy Share Image
Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I take the seashell from my jeans pocket and rub my fingers across its silken, indented surface, shallow as my own open hand. This chalice, subtly shaped by some divine intelligence to allow water to flow in and out with ease, is what I aspire to become: a vessel through which feelings can pour in and spill right out again,… — Katrina Kenison Copy Share
The world belongs to those who think and act with it, who keep a finger on its pulse. — William Ralph Inge Copy Share Image
Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips. “Hear me out. I cannot deny that I would've liked to have made babies with you. A little girl with your hair and eyes would've been the delight of my life. But it is you that I want primarily, not mythical children. I can survive the loss of something I've never had.… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share
[Sport officials] blocked their support of us. But those individuals [ Muhammad Ali, the Jim Browns, the Bill Russells, Kareem Abdul Jabbar ] were… — John Carlos Copy Share Image
Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body's breath, and the strings' wails and moans are echoes of the body's music. It is the body's vibrations which ripple from the fingers. And the mystery of the withheld theme, known to jazz musicians alone, is like the mystery of our secret life. We… — Anais Nin Copy Share
I would have touched it like a child But knew my finger could but have touched Cold stone and water. I grew wild, Even… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image