Top 52 Quotes About Harps
#1. I am a believer in angels, though not the picture-book kind with wings and harps. Such angelic accoutrements seem as nonsensical to me as devils sporting horns and carrying pitchforks. To me, angel wings are merely symbolic of their role as divine messengers.
Richard Paul Evans
#2. And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely framed, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps, Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the soul of each, and God of all?
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
#3. Whatever Juice this sky will pour this gaping parched old throat will drain; What time the Harper harps I'll dance: 'tis He, not I, who shall complain. Meal may be scarce and cakes be burnt, yet I weep not nor even scold: The sun is food enough for me, 't is large, and has not yet grown cold.
Ridgely Torrence
#4. Where is the soul? ... I refuse to believe anything of that kind without proof. The idea that, as soon as a man's breath leaves his body, the soul flops out like a chicken's head and flies off into space to find a lodgment where there [are] harps and haloes. Too much for me.
Robert Green Ingersoll
#6. Oh God, the terrible tyranny of the majority. We all have our harps to play. And it's up to you to know with which ear you'll listen.
Ray Bradbury
#7. Every element has a sound, an original sound from the order of God; all those sounds unite like the harmony from harps and zithers.
Hildegard Of Bingen
#8. A happy union with wife and child is like the music of lutes and harps.
Confucius
#9. I feel like spring after winter, and sun on the leaves; and like trumpets and harps and all the songs I have ever heard!
J.R.R. Tolkien
#10. And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.
Rumi
#11. Not like a heaven where you ride unicorns, play harps, and live in a mansion made of clouds. But yes. I believe in something with a capital S. Always have.
John Green
#12. Jutta drags herself closer; she watches her brother with outsize eyes. A piano chases the violins. Then woodwinds. The strings sprint, woodwinds fluttering behind. More instruments join in. Flutes? Harps? The song races, seems to loop back over itself. "Werner?" Jutta whispers. He blinks;
Anthony Doerr
#13. Once, he'd dreamed of experimental fusions, that he would be the one to merge folk harps with anime. Now he saw the incommensurability. In his own words: matter and antimatter. The end of the world.
Karen Joy Fowler
#14. As the profoundest philosophy of ancient Rome and Greece lighted her taper at Israel's altar, so the sweetest strains of the pagan muse were swept from harps attuned on Zion's hill.
Edward Thomson
#15. The actor should not play a part. Like the Aeolian harps that used to be hung in the trees to be played only by the breeze, the actor should be an instrument played upon by the character he depicts.
Alla Nazimova
#16. But he got right to the top. And I heard harps in the air. My - my master builder!
Henrik Ibsen
#17. There are vast realms of consciousness still undreamed of -vast ranges of experience, like humming of unseen harps, we know nothing of, within us.
D.H. Lawrence
#18. Limbo is the place. In Limbo one has natural happiness without the beatific vision; no harps; no communal order; but wine and conversation and imperfect, various humanity. Limbo for the unbaptized, for the pious heathen, the sincere sceptic.
Evelyn Waugh
#19. If all the harps in the world were burned down, still inside the heart there will be hidden music playing.
Rumi
#20. My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.
Fernando Pessoa
#21. We all have our harps to play. And it's up to you now to know with which ear you'll listen.
Ray Bradbury
#22. When all things repose, do you alone Awake to hear the sweet harps play To Love before him on his way, And the night wind answering in antiphon Till night is overgone?
James Joyce
#23. My soul is like a hidden orchestra; I do not know which instruments grind and play away inside of me, strings and harps, timbales and drums. I can only recognize myself as symphony.
Fernando Pessoa
#24. 23Away with your noisy hymns of praise! I will not listen to the music of your harps. 24Instead, I want to see a mighty flood of justice, an endless river of righteous living.
Anonymous
#25. Economists are like Aeolian harps, and the sounds that issue from them are determined by the winds that blow.
Rebecca West
#26. Heaven must be populated with some rather strange creatures if all they lived for was to go to a place where they can strum harps for eternity.
Anton Szandor LaVey
#27. Harpists spend 90 percent of their lives tuning their harps and 10 percent playing out of tune.
Igor Stravinsky
#28. For Ryan's Daughter I used a total of eight harps, something that was, at least, weird.
Maurice Jarre
#29. Some take their gold in minted mold, and some in harps thereafter, but give me mine in bubbles fine and keep the change in laughter.
Oliver Herford
#30. So heaven was this vague, uneasy, almost cartoonish concept, a confusing cultural mash up of puffy clouds, harps, winged Angel's, Golden sunlight, a giant hand that may or may not belong to a giant man with a flowing white beard named God.
Paul Tremblay
#31. Think of what you are, you Christians. You are God's children; you are joint heirs with Christ. The 'many mansions' are for you; the palms and harps of the glorified are for you. You have a share in all that Christ has and is and shall be.
Charles Spurgeon
#32. Not all the harps above Can make a heavenly place, If God His residence remove, Or but conceal His face. All thou needest to make thee blessed, supremely blessed, is to be with Christ.
Charles Haddon Spurgeon
#33. Heaven is on this earth. There are no angels on the clouds with twanging harps ... That's just another man's fantasy.
John Lydon
#34. Hills tell old stories. Cliffs are poets with harps
George MacKay
#35. How tall is it?" [The Harps]
"according to the sagas, it links through time and space and keeps our world and your world tethered together"
"Pretty big, then
Kathryn James
#36. I know ... that's why you're down here and not enjoying some picnic in a golden meadow amongst the harps and puffy clouds.
Lucifer from Angela's Coven
Bruce Jenvey
#37. At Bloomington, Indiana, I was invited to listen to music written in quarter tones for four harps and voices. I had to go out to be sick.
Elisabeth Schwarzkopf
#38. Hey Boo, I'm in this now, too, & I got a lot of experience playing assholes like they're fucking harps. You need backup, I got you. Stop trying to convince yourself that you're in this alone.
Alexandra Bracken
#39. Her hearing had faded out as soon as he'd touched her - maybe it was the angels playing harps or the exploding fireworks. Maybe her drink was too strong or her heart was too lonely.
Karin Slaughter
#40. The banquet is ready, and the minstrels are tuning their harps to celebrate the return from your wanderings to your Father's heart and home, with the gladness of feasting, and with the voice of thanksgiving and of melody.
Octavius Winslow
#41. He looked like an angel - not the kind with harps and halos, but an angel of war, fierce and terrifying.
Kit Rocha
#42. My pen is my harp and my lyre; my library is my garden and my orchard.
Judah Halevi
#43. Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string?
I am shamed through all my nature to have lov'd so slight a thing.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
#44. When (Big) Walter was in the right mood, he could be the most ferocious, the most inventive, the most dangerous harp player I ever heard.
Charlie Musselwhite
#46. What I'd like to do now - well, what I'd like to do now is grow my beard very long, weave it into my pubes and strum it like a harp.
Bill Bailey
#48. I harp always on the 'idea' of life as I dwell perpetually on the existence of the moment.
Marsden Hartley
#49. What is a harp but an oversized cheese slicer with cultural pretensions?
Denis Norden
#52. This is what they all come to who exclusively harp on experience. They do not stop to consider that experience is only one half of experience.
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
