Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
If you sound great in the practice room, you're practicing the wrong thing. Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
As you sit in this light from week to week, you will transform and grow and develop. It washes away the samskaras, the past-life tendencies. It washes away the karmic tendencies from this life.
Art is the best possible introduction to the culture of the world. I love it for the buried hopes, the garnered memories, the tender feelings it can summon at a touch. It washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
The dust comes secretly day after day, Lies on my ledge and dulls my shining things. But O this dust I shall drive away Is flowers and kings, Is Solomon's temple, poets, Nineveh.
Music is supposed to wash away the dust of everyday life.
Music is supposed to wash away the dust of everyday life
Just as teardrops, when they are large and round and compassionate, can leave a long strand washed clean of discord, the summer rain as it washes away the motionless dust can bring to a person's soul something like endless breathing.
I go through life accumulating possessions... I've always done it... and then, every once in a while, a sort of tidal wave comes along and washes them all away.
I have a very beautiful life with great friends and I look forward to waking up every day. Every day is a vacation but every day is a workday. I don't want to take vacations because music is my life and if I escape from music, that's the same thing as death. So a vacation is death to me. Sitting on the beach for a week is my idea of hell. That would kill me.
The earth doesn't have a housekeeper to do the dusting. And the dust that falls on it every day remains there. Everything that's come down to us from the past has been conserved by dust.
Life is spectacular. Forget the dark things. Take a drink and let time wash them away to where ever time washes away to.
Broadway - the great sluice that washes out the dust of the gold-mines of Gotham.
It's evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust.