Nietzsche About Music Novels & Stories

’ He hung up the call, hurriedly left his apartment. *** From the hallways of the Umberbridge mansion corridor as soon as he arrived, he listened to a piano sound that echoed through the room, playing one of Mozart's masterpieces that Arnold had loved during his lifetime. He has always hated classical music because of its drowsiness effect. He argued with Arnold several times because of their different musical tastes. He liked metal rock music because it could calm his mind, while Arnold always insists that classical music was the best. Always telling him to learn how to appreciate the art of music until he entered a stage where he began fed up with Arnold's lectures and ignored his lectures

Theodore said, and quite frankly had she never seen his eyes light up the way they did when he spoke about music. It was obvious he had an immense passion for it, and talent as well. “What is the endgame?” Sofia asked and he turned away. “Is this an interview, Ms Winters?” He threw another question back at her and she napped. “I’m just interested that’s all” She shrugged her shoulders and an exhale fled his lips. “I mean what really do you want from music. It could be so easy for you being a Baron and all—“ “I just…i just want to forget being a Baron sometimes. Music allows me to that, because standing on that stage, even if it’s just a score of people yelling my name, they don’t yell Mr Bar

I'm not sure how I will feel if he mentions the first point. "Both," he admits, his cheeks blotching red. I bump him with my shoulder. "We're friends, okay? Get over it. And for the music, there's a good chance that I know it. I'm kind of a musical genius." "There's more to music than Bieber and One Direction." I gasp. "Bite your tongue!" Nate chuckles and when he does so a proud smile stretches across my face. This time he allows me to take one of his headphones.

Ethan Caelan smiled and nodded. He stood up, walked over to the zither already placed in the room, gently sat down, and said, "This is a piece of music that I composed and recorded using the musical notation system. I hope you won't laugh at it." The room fell into silence as Ethan's slender fingers lightly plucked the strings of the zither. The sound from the instrument resonated beautifully, each note touching the souls of the listeners. Every vibrant sound seemed to tell a story, taking everyone through a spectrum of emotions, from gentle and profound to strong and passionate.

She continuously kept crying in silence, she had no idea how to deal with the thing or person that is acting and behaving like Lyon. "From your birth to your grave, the music follows you all the way. You don’t find the music it founds you. Giving attention to the music could lead to death but it’s the only way out. Unfortunate are those who have the power of the dream." she whispered to herself "I know what it means,” she thought “From your birth to your grave, the music follows you all the way. You don’t find the music it founds you. Giving attention to the music could lead to death but it’s the only way out. Unfortunate are those who have the power of the dream.” she whispered again

“How can you love silence and listen to heavy metal?” He laughs beautifully. His laughter fills the silence. “What does the music I listen to have to do with whether I love silence?” “Very much,” he grumbled, taking in his grayish gaze, “Heavy metal is very loud, it's everything that silence is not.” “I can enjoy silence and still need noises to not go crazy. And I like heavy metal. It is a matter of knowing how to balance both things.” "I understand." No, I'm not really understanding. “No, you don't.”

who had been cuddling on the table before were completely folded together. The trembling flesh of the body to the music in the flickering lights in a rhythmic pumping. When the music reaches its climax, the incessant patter of flesh sounds like percussion in the background, and the audiovisual effect is erosive and eerie. I frowned slightly in disgust. But Lucius smiled and watched with relish. I thought he was interested in this lewd and debauched picture, but he did not expect to raise his eyebrows sarcastically after whistling: "So they are the future people to love, just like us primitive people."

He repeated "I've seen people who really love it but I just can't fathom it. I mean, What's there to love?" I laughed at that. It was more like, the umpteenth time I've heard such comment on the subject and I didn't blame him. In this time and age, people seem to relish other genre, leaving classical music to the orchestra members and the opera. But somehow, I find peace whenever I play it. I just didn't know how to make him understand the feeling. "I'll recommend some of my faves to you" was all I could say "No, thanks" he said "I'll pass"

“For a long time, I thought everyone sees all the colors in music.” “If only we were so lucky.” I run a finger down her soft cheek. “You’re special. Very special to me.” She blushes her lovely shade of pink. “And who’s your favorite composer? Bach?” I ask. “Bach.” She breathes his name with such veneration. “His music is...” She gestures and waves with her hands seeking inspiration, trying to capture the magnitude of what she wants to say, and she closes her eyes as if she’s experiencing an ecstatic, religious moment.

As the notes traveled through the air, the atmosphere within a thousand-meter radius began to constrict. "What's that trickery?" "Trying to kill people with music?" Many of the fiend warriors laughed at the scene. They thought Lute was playing a child's trick, devoid of any threat. However, Lute did not budge at all. Instead, she continued to play. The music notes seemed tangible as they weaved through the air in ripples, broadening by the second and enveloping the fiend warriors. The tune that Lute played was her ultimate skill, the Heavenly Melody. The tune could not do any real damage, but it could mess up one's spiritual logic and consciousness.