A Quote by Osbert Lancaster

Architecture may be frozen music, but it melts. — © Osbert Lancaster
Architecture may be frozen music, but it melts.
Allow the information to tell you how it wants to be displayed. As architecture is ‘frozen music’, information architecture is ‘frozen conversation’. Any good conversation is based on understanding.
If architecture is frozen music then music must be liquid architecture.
If music is frozen architecture, then the potpourri is frozen coffee-table gossip... Potpourri is the art of adding apples to pears.
Music is liquid architecture; Architecture is frozen music.
Since it [architecture] is music in space, as it were a frozen music.
I call architecture frozen music.
Architecture in general is frozen music.
Madam de Stael pronounced architecture to be frozen music; so is statuary crystalized spirituality.
I have found among my papers a sheet . . . in which I call architecture frozen music.
Architecture is frozen music. [Ger., Die Backunst ist eine erstarrte Musik.]
As the rising sun melts thinly frozen ice, so the Japanese Army is overcoming Chinese troops.
When we come to understand architecture as the essential nature of all harmonious structure we will see that it is the architecture of music that inspired Bach and Beethoven, the architecture of painting that is inspiring Picasso as it inspired Velasquez, that it is the architecture of life itself that is the inspiration of the great poets and philosophers.
Flea-Market vendors are frozen mid-haggle. Middle-aged women are frozen in the middle of their lives. The gavels of frozen judges are frozen between guilt and innocence. On the ground are the crystals of the frozen first breaths of babies, and those of the last gasps of the dying.
I have found a paper of mine among some others in which I call architecture 'petrified music.' Really there is something in this; the tone of mind produced by architecture approaches the effect of music.
I think this is the case in the great majority of authoritarian states: on the surface, because of repression, everything seems frozen, but when the sun comes out and the ice melts, you find that there was a lot of life underneath all along.
February... Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth, It kissed the forehead of the Earth, And smiled upon the silent sea, And bade the frozen streams be free, And waked to music all their fountains, And breathed upon the frozen mountains.
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