Nietzsche About Music Novels & Stories

It felt confusing, it felt odd. The only thing that had ever felt right in all areas of my life was music. Music moved me, music understood me, music complemented me. I could laugh, I could cry, I could be angry, and I could be happy. Music allowed it all. “Are you playing something specific?” Nicolais stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. He was relaxed, calm. I smiled at him before letting my gaze fall back on the keys. “Just a melody that reminds me of home.”

“Just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean it’s not in existence. Take air for example or love." “The fact that you bring up love in every argument says a lot about you.” “There are no absolute truths, Aiden. Only perspectives.” He shot me a doubtful look. “Whose words are those?” “Nietzsche.” “I married a philosopher.” I smoothed the satin of my dress, thinking of the books I had devoured over the last few weeks. “The least I could do before saying ‘I do’ was try to understand how your mind works.” “I don’t have a moral code. That’s the point of my beliefs.”

“My mother nagged me, but I was never interested in music. I did learn, but I won’t play unless someone forces me to. I am certainly not an expert.” Alcohol helped people open up. But Im Jihoon guessed that Do Sejin was “Music transcends all.” Im Jihoon rambled on, “Where words fail, music can reach. They have these all kinds of spiritual, scientific, and mathematical explanations why music works the way it does. Maybe it’s something as simple as enjoyment -- as normal as drinking water or breathing maybe. Then, they also have an explanation for why we breathe.” And it was a good evening to have some philosophical talk. Of course, Do Sejin thought that he was drunk. But Im Jihoon was anythin

Was this man serious or just that arrogant? “I know I’m not making a good impression, but I never do,” Carl continued when Augustus continued to stare at him. “I’m just not good at relating to people no matter how much I want to. It’s like—It’s like…music.” “Music?” “Yes. Everyone here is like rock music while I’m classical. Have you ever listened to Beethoven?” “No. I can’t say that I have.” “That’s a pity. He is considered a genius for a reason. Whenever I play one of his pieces, I feel uplifted.”

Some people might think of it as crazy but the truth is you could only understand the true art behind music when you are truly in that mood. For example, if a person is in a break-up mode and is listening to a very popular love song, it frustrates them to the core. But the same person when listening to a lonely song, it connects you into deep nature on another level. Music has no bounds. It is the source of life for me. Whenever I hear music the only thing I can think of is music. Nothing matters. Just for those minutes, we feel free and calm. A peace that you will have on a different level. Art is something I understand very deeply. That is why maybe when I entered the art room a familiar n

Listening to it with your eyes closed, thought Kate, was the next best thing to sex. She wasn’t quite sure at what point she realised it was sex. Somehow, her imagination had run riot and had interfered with the reality of what she was hearing. Nabucco, the tale of banishment from Israel, had become something else in her mind. The heart-rending, sometimes mournful, sometimes shudderingly climactic music had overtaken her senses and in her mind the virgins and the Hebrews were not mourning the loss of their homeland but were playing an elaborate courting ritual. Their sad voices, rising to a defiant crescendo, became instead the actual act of sex; quiet foreplay, gentle cajoling, sudden, viol

They understood how every note, every harmony, every melody was a thread in the grand tapestry of existence—a tapestry that spanned across infinite dimensions and planes of reality. They realized that their music was not just a means to heal or transform, but a way to communicate with the universe itself. As they sang, they were speaking the language of creation, a language that transcended words and concepts. They were co-creating with the universe, shaping the very fabric of reality with their songs.

"Your piano. Isn't it precious because it's full of memories?" Rose smiled bitterly, then shook her head slowly. It took a moment's pause before the woman with her long hair flowing beautifully over her ample breasts finally shrugged her shoulders. "Precisely because it's filled with memories... I can't bear to play it anymore. Every piano key I press, only contains sad memories in the end." Nathan also shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Actually, I don't really like melancholic music like this either." "So?"

As I stood up, I left them with one final remark. "If you don’t need anything else, my task is complete." I turned specifically to Nicolas before giving my final words. "Be grateful that someone like me did something that someone like you couldn’t. If you were really good, you wouldn’t need sheet music to play." I tapped my ear—the most powerful weapon of a gifted musician—and walked silently to the next class. This time, he didn’t dare respond.

The engine stayed running softly while the music continued at a low volume in the background. Neither of us rushed to leave. Neither of us even mentioned it. “You know,” I said quietly after a while, “I didn’t think music could say this much about someone.” “It usually says more than people do,” he replied. I turned my head slightly toward him. “That’s very deep.” “It’s true.” I smiled faintly. “You really think about things too much, too.” “I never denied that.” “That’s new.” A small laugh escaped him. Then, the silence returned again.