Quotes About Trombones

#1. You make me feel like honey and trombones. You make me feel like honey and trombones.

Anis Mojgani

#2. The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets threewise silverflamed,

Anthony Burgess

#3. I certainly hear the Trombones Unlimited version of 'Daydream' in a lot of elevators.

John Sebastian

#4. That's what I said," said the cat.

Neil Gaiman

#5. Never look at the trombones. You'll only encourage them.

Richard Strauss

#6. Discipline yourself - so others don't have to.

John Wooden

#7. When all else fails, don't take it in silence: scream like hell, scream like Jericho was tumbling down, serenaded by a brace of trombones, scream

Dambudzo Marechera

#8. I want to feel like honey and trombones. I want to feel like honey and trombones

Anis Mojgani

#9. Every time you understand something, religion becomes less likely. Only with the discovery of the double helix and the ensuing genetic revolution have we had grounds for thinking that the powers held traditionally to be the exclusive property of the gods might one day be ours ...

James D. Watson

#10. Louis Armstrong changed all the brass players around, but after Bird, all of the instruments had to change - drums, piano, bass, trombones, trumpets, saxophones, everything.

Cootie Williams

#11. He hadn't wanted to leave Emma, but at the same time he'd thought it would help. Like an addict getting away from the source of his addiction.

Cassandra Clare

#12. Never look at the trombones, it only encourages them.

Richard Wagner

#13. Never look at the trombones, you'll just encourage them.

Richard Strauss

#14. Come with uncle and hear all proper. Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones ... you are invited!

Anthony Burgess

#15. That moment, the music screeched to a halt. There was an ungodly collision of brass, reed, and percussion - trombones and piccolos skidded into cacophony, a tuba farted, and the hollow clang of a cymbal wavered out of the big top, over our heads and into oblivion.

Sara Gruen

#16. The voluptuous chords of the wedding march done in blasphemous syncopation issued in a delirious blend from the trombones and saxophones--and

F Scott Fitzgerald

#17. A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling. 6 God sets the lonely in families,c he leads out the prisoners with singing; but the rebellious live in a sun-scorched land.

Anonymous