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“Melodic invention is one of the surest signs of a divine gift.”
“Melodies and ideas are always on my mind and always coming to me. I'm very thankful for that because if I didn't have whatever that is, that craziness, that openness, maybe, I don't think I'd be able to do what I really love to do, which is write great melodies and at least try to write great melodies.”
“Melodies are far more interesting. They are there, in your face, in certain sections of the songs. People do complain about the melody thing, but we do hit patches of melody and beauty, as well as the other stuff.”
“Melodies are important. I always kind of pride myself on my melodies.”
“Melodies are just honest. They can only be what they are. Words have the capacity for deception. Theyre all full of subtext, and some of them are cliche and overused and vernacular. Theyre tricky. All I can say is, words are tricky.”
“Melodies are very important in a song. Having a great melody and a great hook. That's what I would always come up with a great melody and that's important.”
“Melodies can be good depending on the context. You can have a simple melody, and if the harmony behind it is interesting, it can make a very simple melody really different. You can also have a complex melody. The more complex it is, the harder it is to sing, and then sometimes it can sound contrived. You could write a melody that would be fine on a saxophone but if you give it to a singer, it can sound raunchy.”
“Melodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.”
Source: Four Novels of George Eliot
“Melodiousness rolled over her tongue and out of her mouth whenever she spoke. Her eloquence equaled her elegance.”
Source: The Illusions of Hope
“Melodrama is one of my working tools and it enables me to obtain effects that would be unobtainable otherwise; on the other hand I am not deliberately melodramatic; don't get too annoyed if I say that I write in the way that I do because I am what I am.”
Source: Conversations with Graham Greene
“Melodramas of moral courage provide satisfaction through the comforting fantasy that our own character would hold steady under the most extreme pressure of dreadful events. [But we must face] the painful awareness that in all likelyhood one's own character would not have stood firm.”
Source: Achilles in Vietnam: Combat Trauma and the Undoing of Character
“Melody always comes to me first before words - cadence and melody. When you're humming the melody and it's incredible and words start coming out it can build into something special.”
“Melody and harmony are like lines and colors in pictures. A simple linear picture may be completely beautiful; the introduction of color may make it vague and insignificant. Yet color may, by combination with lines, create great pictures, so long as it does not smother and destroy their value.”
Source: Purabi: A Miscellany in Memory of Rabindranath Tagore 1941-1991
“Melody has a certain way that it projects back to you. It triggers certain nerves in your body and certain instincts that normally wouldn't be triggered by a normal voice.”
“MELODY HEIGHTS
Life is a melody, a symphony of heights, Once very happy, now roller coaster heaven. Unexpected, like a whisper in the wind,
A journey in time, a journey through restlessness.
Stick to your decisions, don't let the wind blow, Because you have the right to stand your ground and say: In the dance of chaos, in the cosmic game, Wait and see, don't let the decline resolve itself.
Life is strange like the fickle tide,
But you have the strength within you to persevere. Stay positive, face the storm with pride, Because dreams will not hide in chaos.
Creator of destiny, author of your story, In the furnace of struggle, where dreams prevail. Don't compromise on dreams, let them move forward, You are the brightest star, let the world breathe.
The Struggle, Chapter One, The Great Story of God, Your story resonates throughout the country. The world knows the hand of your destiny, A story that cries, where dreams last.
Don't be afraid of the fight, be a true rebel, Not for the world, but for "you."
Ask every day, are you living your dream?
In this life, make your dreams successful.
Be a positive force in the scheme of the universe, As I write this, I feel inspiration glowing. Creating a story, a powerful ray,
Keep your promise, make your dreams come true.
You have the power to destroy the night, There is a power burning within us. Creator of destiny, shaper by power,
Hold on to your dreams, light up the universe.”
“Melody.” His voice was a tormented whisper on his lips.
“Yes,” I said.
“If you ever need to escape, come to me.”
“What?” I asked.
“Just come. I won’t. . .I would never hurt you.”
“But—”
“You’re all that matters to me.”
Source: The Deadly Game
“Melody is a form of remembrance. It must have a quality of inevitability in our ears.”
“Melody is disarming. It's anarchic!”
“Melody is the essence of music.”
Source: Mozart: The Man and the Artist Revealed in His Own Words
“Melody is the essence of music. I compare a good melodist to a fine racer, and counterpointists to hack post-horses; therefore be advised, let well alone and remember the old Italian proverb: Chi sa più, meno sa Who knows most, knows least.”
Source: Neue Ausgabe sämtlicher Werke: in Verbindung mit den Mozartstädten, Augsburg, Salzburg und Wien
“Melody is the essence of music. I compare a good melodist to a fine racer, and counterpoints to hack post-horses.”
Source: Mozart: The Man and the Artist Revealed in His Own Words
“Melody is the first thing that comes to me when I'm songwriting. I learned piano classically first, and then I went into soul, and so melody has always been the first. It's so important.”
“Melody is the single most important thing to any song, period. I don't care what anybody says, it trumps everything. Not because that's my opinion but because I think it's actually indisputable fact. The human brain retains melody easier than it retains words. It's that simple.”
“Melody perfected was a song in itself – a ballad between notes that held all notes together. It was emotion unfurled and impeccably orchestrated, and if it did its job right, it would have no sense of itself. Melody became the story; its song and the singer, one force.”
Source: Blood Shadow
“Melody steeped in bagpipes haunts me fetchingly. Paul McCartney raised a healthy, belching degree of acoustic streaks on his wonderful song MULL OF KINTYRE. It soothes the high bargaining power for fibs spoken to attain the fats of a Shangri-La, where such idyllic lyrics, native and balanced, are fairly distributed. Beautiful music! Invigorating!”
“Melons & Dongles (The Sonnet)
It is one thing to embrace one's imperfections,
But there is nothing empowering in popping melons.
It is one thing to fight for equal pay rights,
Totally another to fight for the freedom of nipples.
On the other side, nobody wants a dongle in their inbox,
Only the dumb and callow care about your greek abs.
Men who are concerned more with grooming than behaving,
Raise a red flag to those with character and heart.
It is one thing to stay healthy through regular workout,
And totally another to worship one's body in the mirror.
All that packaging isn't worth even a confederate bill,
If inside all you have left is stinky narcissistic vapor.
So I say, stay healthy, but embrace your imperfections.
Once the packaging is gone, what'll be your contribution?”
Source: Esperanza Impossible: 100 Sonnets of Ethics, Engineering & Existence
“Melpomene, my beautiful melody," Mnemosyne whispered, nuzzling the plump rolls of her baby's neck. The strong feelings this one evoked would never be denied. "You may be prone to dramatics, but that's what makes you so special, isn't it?”
Source: Bemused
“Melquiades had not put events in the order of man’s conventional time, but had concentrated a century of daily episodes in such a way that they coexisted in one instant.”
“Melrose Avenue, Santa Monica - Dialogue on a terrace. SHE: You are jealous ? Are you jealous ? You are fucking jealous! . . . Let me say . . . You 're twenty and I am forty-two, and I'll give my fucking ass to fucking anybody . . . Do you know that? * He gets up, crosses Melrose for no reason, comes back, kneels down in front of her (younger, but as theatrical). HE: Do you love me? Do you love me? SHE: Yes . . . Yes, I love you . . . The Italian kneads his meatballs. An Indian is playing a video game and its shrill soundtrack provides a backing to the conversation. The woman herself speaks in a shrill, hysterical voice. It is pleasant in Los Angeles in November, on the Melrose terrace, around the middle of the night. Everyone is smiling somewhere. No passion. A scene American-style. The waiter takes the car keys and drags off the woman, who shows off her black-stockinged legs and pretends to be mad. A black man gets up and, as he passes, says to me: ' Too much love! '
Gliding along the road that runs beside the coast in a black Porsche is like penetrating slowly into the inside of your own body.”
Source: Cool memories
“Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the two windows - the south and east oriels - are of a lightness and grace of execution really surprising.”
Source: Views A-foot: Or, Europe Seen with Knapsack and Staff
“Melrose winced. He lived in a world of dried-up pheasant and one-liners.”
Source: The Knowledge
“Melt all the guns, I thought, break the knives, burn the guillotines-and the malicious will still write letters that kill.”
“Melt all the tanks in the world and make them rubbish bins. They will be much more useful for the humanity!”
“Melt Egypt into Nile!”
Source: Antony and Cleopatra
“Melt their weapons, melt their hearts, melt their anger with love.”
“Meltdown when we get home. Mom keeps chocolate for meltdowns. Daddy always has them when Uncle Jonas visits." -David Lyons from Tanner's Scheme-”
“Melted cheese is a culinary veil...a foxhole where mediocrity can hide.”
Source: Made for Love
“Melting icebergs aren't beheading Christians in the Middle East.”
“Melting into the sunset is to sense God's signature on the depths...”
“Melting of the huge Antarctic glaciers, proceeding more rapidly than anticipated, threatens a rise in sea level that will drive tens of millions from the low-lying plains of Bangladesh alone, with disastrous consequences elsewhere.”
“Melting our attachment to self is the most powerful medication for bringing mental and emotional imbalances in check.”
“Melting pot Harlem-Harlem of honey and chocolate and caramel and rum and vinegar and lemon and lime and gall. Dusky dream Harlem rumbling into a nightmare tunnel where the subway from the Bronx keeps right on downtown.”
Source: Essays on art, race, politics, and world affairs
“Melting Pot: Litani untuk Tantangan Tiga Jurang (Intertekstual — Neo-Sufistik Digitalism)
I
Di tepi, dua jurang saling membelai saling melukai—
satu gelap seperti malam sebelum nama Tuhan disebut,
satu berderak seperti server yang lupa bahwa ia sedang sekarat.
Aku berdiri di antara keduanya,
akar menancap dalam retakan;
akar itu mengirim bisikan ke tulang,
lalu sinyal ke motherboard.
Di sinilah Agustinus menunduk dan Nietzsche tersenyum:
yang satu berdoa agar kesunyian kembali bermakna,
yang lain mengangkat palu untuk memahat makna dari kekosongan.
Sementara Camus mengetuk jarinya pelan pada kaca realitas,
menanyakan: apakah kita memilih untuk terus menanti jawaban,
atau memilih absurditas sebagai lampu penerang jalan?
Aku menolak belas kasihan orang lain;
lebih baik jadi pohon yang berdiri—rentan, bengkok, keras kepala—
atau jadi menara yang menuntun doa seperti gelombang radio.
Gapura? Ya, gapura juga, tempat orang lewat tanpa tahu alamat tinggalnya.
Di tiap gerbang aku melihat rumah ibu: bocor, berderit, rapuh, setia menunggu.
Kerinduan menetes, paket data bocor, hujan yang mengunduh rindu dalam format .wav.
II
Di dalam kabel di bawah tanah,
ada lagu yang tak pernah diindeks:
ritme akar yang seperti mantra, glitch yang bergumam seperti zikir.
Di frekuensi itu, domba-domba trauma berbisik—tidak hening, hanya tergeser:
jeritan yang kita bungkus dengan pekerjaan, selfie, dan janji-janji kecil.
Ada Lecter di kursi bayanganku, berbisik: "Kembalilah ke ladang yang kau tinggalkan, Clarice."
Bukan untuk menghakimi, tapi untuk menunjukkan bahwa luka tak akan mati bila kau tak pulang hari ini.
Kesedihan tidak berwujud satu format; ia multi-protokol:
kadang menjadi bug, kadang menjadi palimpsest doa.
Aku rooted—akarku telah di-root oleh sejarah—tapi aku masih bisa reboot rasa.
Namun reboot tidak membersihkan semua log: beberapa pesan terus menunggu status "read".
Dan lelaki perkasa dalam mimpiku?
Ia terbang, punggungnya kuda ego—sebuah patch tanpa dokumentasi,
meninggalkan jejak yang menjadi gema di sumur-sumur batin.
III
Maka aku merespon dengan sebuah litani yang terprogram rapi:
buka—hapus—simpan—tutup—ulang—(echo)…
Suara itu bukan dengung mesin belaka dan bukan pula doa;
ia adalah bahasa ketiga: posthuman yang masih menaruh tempat untuk sebatang lilin.
Di sini Tuhan jadi kecil—huruf kecil di tengah kode—lilin meleleh yang gagal dirender,
tetapi cahayanya cukup untuk membaca peta luka.
Kita menerima bahwa kebenaran kini adalah bayang-bayang:
ada yang memilih kebenaran yang berulang (post-truth),
ada yang memilih kebenaran yang menengok ke belakang (tradisi),
ada pula yang membangun kebenaran di atas logikanya sendiri (eksistensi).
Puisi ditulis tidak untuk menyelesaikan perdebatan; ia lebih memilih ruang:
sebuah melting pot di mana akar, kabel, doa, dan error menjadi satu jamuan.
Di akhir perjalanan, aku tidak menyuruhmu percaya—
aku hanya mengundangmu pulang:
ke gerbang ibu, ke terminal di bawah tanah, ke api kecil yang tak henti berkedip.
Datanglah dengan domba-dombamu yang belum berhenti menjerit;
biarkan mereka mengajar kita cara bernyanyi lagi—
bukan lagu yang sama, tetapi lagu yang baru, gelap, dan setia.
Di sana, di ambang ketiga jurang yang menantang itu, aku menyalakan sebatang lilin sendirian:
sebuah cahaya yang tak menuntut pencerahan, hanya sedikit terang
yang cukup agar induk akar bisa menemukan anak-anak akar yang kehilangan pijakan, dan agar bug-bug bisa belajar berdoa.
November 2025”
“Melupakan berarti berusaha menghapus kenangan, sedangkan merelakan berarti belajar melepaskan.”
Source: Morning Sunshine
“Melville died in New York on September 28, 1891, blissfully unaware that, in the years to come, so many people would leave the hyphen out of 'Moby-Dick.”
Source: The Classics Reclassified
“Melville had to fight, fight against the existing world, against his own very self. Only he would never quite put the knife in the heart of his paradisal ideal. Somehow, somewhere, somewhen, love should be a fulfillment, and life should be a thing of bliss. That was his fixed ideal. Fata Morgana. That was the pin he tortured himself on, like a pinned-down butterfly.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)
“Melville to Hawthorne: "In your stories, you seem to understand that the dramatic moments come not when a character must choose between right and wrong buy when he must choose between two wrongs.”
Source: The Whale: A Love Story
“Melvin Brands took bread, and the foot, wrapped in camphored cloth.”
Source: All the Truth That's In Me
“Melvin exited the hardware store, shuffled his feet into the darkness of the night that matched the blackness in his heart.”
Source: Running Stop Signs
“Melvin thought about the museum inhaling so much of the world—all that history, all that spiritual juice, all the passions and laments of each visitor—without ever really exhaling.”
Source: Metropolitan Stories