Music making Quote by Walt Whitman

In the swamp in secluded recesses, A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song. Solitary the thrush, The hermit withdrawn to himself, avoiding…

— Walt Whitman

Hush! With sudden gush As from a fountain sings in yonder bush The Hermit Thrush.

— John B. Tabb

“A thrush, because I'd been wrong, Burst rightly into song In a world not vague, not lonely, Not governed by me only.”

— Richard Wilbur

“He groped for his loafers and walked aimlessly for some time among the trees of the coppice where thrushes were singing so richly, with…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“But every stroke of the brush, every lyric, every word whispered between human beings resulted from the pain of being alone. In our haunted…

— Leah Raeder

“I forget myself sometimes, but then I look up, as I am looking up now, and I see in my mind's eye a sheild,…

— Cressida Cowell

“O you singer, solitary, singing by yourself—projecting me; O solitary me, listening—nevermore shall I cease perpetuating you; Never more shall I escape, never more…

— Walt Whitman

“The stranger knew this song, for he sang it too. He sang it through the tears of an unanswered longing, through the sorrow of…

— Dallas Mullican

“But his singing was unconscious and irrepressible - an expression of his native exuberance, the dreamy, buoyant soundtrack running through his head.”

— Jennifer Haigh

“...one song, one note that heals the guilty chaos of our days, making sense of our loneliness, our perjured feelings, our sickness and our…

— Spencer Gordon

“The sirens droned on, a soprano counterpoint to the bombs’ relentless bass, their pitch so eerily human it sounded like every soul in London…

— Ransom Riggs

“With a feeling of despondency so intense that it was almost pleasurable, he got out his guitar. So this was to be his condition…

— Marina Lewycka