{"quotes":[{"text":"There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.","author":"Dejan Stojanovic","tags":["competition","dejan-stojanovic","literature","literature","nightingale","poetry","poetry","quotes","sound","sounds","thoughts","violin","wisdom"],"id":5461,"author_id":"Dejan+Stojanovic"},{"text":"I made the valuable discovery that practicing wasn't a matter of time at all. It was a matter of intensity. Five minutes spent working consciously and hard at the elimination of an error, was worth five hours just playing away ignoring errors as if they hadn't happened.","author":"Leonard Wibberley","tags":["life","music","practice","skills","violin"],"id":11846,"author_id":"Leonard+Wibberley"},{"text":"The statue was of a nude woman playing a slide trombone. It was entitles, enigmatically, Evelyn and Her Magic Violin.","author":"Kurt Vonnegut Jr.","tags":["magic","nude","sculpture","statue","trombone","violin"],"id":21966,"author_id":"Kurt+Vonnegut+Jr."},{"text":"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.","author":"Bruce Crown","tags":["adulation","beauty","dante","forlorn","ink","paper","passions","string","violin","woman","wood"],"id":23420,"author_id":"Bruce+Crown"},{"text":"For me,you are fresh waterthat falls from treeswhen it has stopped raining. For me, you are cinnamon that lingers on the tongue and givesbitter wordssweetening.For me, you are the scent of violins and visionof valleys smiling.And still,for me, your loveliness never ends.It traverses the worldand finds its way back to me.Only me.","author":"Kamand Kojouri","tags":["bitter","boyfriend","cinnamon","find","girlfriend","inspiration","inspirational","kamand","kamand-kojouri","kojouri","love","love-poem","loved","loveliness","lovely","lover","loves","loving","mate","me","poem","poetry","quote","rain","raining","relationship","scent","smile","smiling","soulmate","sweet","tongue","traverse","tree","trees","valleys","violin","vision","water","words","world"],"id":26734,"author_id":"Kamand+Kojouri"},{"text":"Furthermore--though it was quite irrelevant now--he had no idea his killer, Kazuo Kiriyama, had, in his mansion that was much larger than Toshinori's home in Shiroiwa-cho, mastered the violin at a level far superior to Toshinori's a long time ago--and then tossed his violin into the trash.","author":"Koushun Takami","tags":["funny","kazuo","violin"],"id":48375,"author_id":"Koushun+Takami"},{"text":"Life is like playing a violin solo in public and learning the instrument as one goes on.","author":"Samuel Butler","tags":["life","experience","violin "],"id":51791,"author_id":"Samuel+Butler"},{"text":"From the first note I knew it was different from anything I had ever heard.... It began simply, but with an arresting phrase, so simple, but eloquent as a human voice. It spoke, beckoning gently as it unwound, rising and tensing. It spiraled upward, the tension growing with each repeat of the phrasing, and yet somehow it grew more abandoned, wilder with each note. His eyes remained closed as his fingers flew over the strings, spilling forth surely more notes than were possible from a single violin. For one mad moment I actually thought there were more of them, an entire orchestra of violins spilling out of this one instrument. I had never heard anything like it--it was poetry and seduction and light and shadow and every other contradiction I could think of. It seemed impossible to breathe while listening to that music, and yet all I was doing was breathing, quite heavily. The music itself had become as palpable a presence in that room as another person would have been--and its presence was something out of myth.","author":"Deanna Raybourn","tags":["music","violin"],"id":56313,"author_id":"Deanna+Raybourn"},{"text":"The true mission of the violin is to imitate the accents of the human voice, a noble mission that has earned for the violin the glory of being called the king of instruments.","author":"Charles-Auguste de Beriot","tags":["glory","instrument","king","music","violin"],"id":60631,"author_id":"Charles-Auguste+de+Beriot"},{"text":"It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.","author":"Kristin Cashore","tags":["death","ending","sad","violin"],"id":68688,"author_id":"Kristin+Cashore"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":33,"pages":4,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}