Dies Quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ Music, When Soft Voices Die Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

Oh! faint delicious spring-time violet, Thine odor like a key, Turns noiselessly in memory's wards to let A thought of sorrow free.

— William Wetmore Story

In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.

— William Shakespeare

My garden, with its silence and pulses of fragrance that come and go on the airy undulations, affects me like sweet music. Care stops…

— Alexander Smith

Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.

— Zelda Fitzgerald

When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, And all her lovelier things even lovelier grow; Her flowers in vision flame, her forest…

— Walter de La Mare

Music exalts each joy, allays each grief, expels diseases, softens every pain, subdues the rage of poison, and the plague.

— John Armstrong

“I believe there is nothing that our better nature needs more absolutely than music, no other art of perfection possesses that strange power of…

— Pauline Decaradeuc Heyward

“Never had there been a time when sound, color, and feeling hadn’t been intertwined, when a dirty, rolling bass line hadn’t induced violets that…

— Lisa Ko

Smell is the voice of the soul...

— Shannon Hale