Here were we, drawn together by mutual rage and the impulse toward cooperation, led off into forgetfulness by the establishment of a rude rhythm.

He put his hand on my waist, and my heart began to pound, a rougher rhythm than the music. I held my skirt. Our free hands met. His felt warm and comforting and unsettling and bewildering–all at once.

He linked the past with the present, and the eternity behind him throbbed through him in a mighty rhythm to which he swayed as the tides and seasons swayed.

He was older than the days he had seen and the breaths he had drawn. He linked the past with the present, and the eternity behind him throbbed through him in a mighty rhythm to which he swayed as the tides and seasons swayed.

I play the harmonium. I had learned to use the guitar for a bit before becoming a part of the music industry, but unfortunately didn’t pursue it fully. I would love to learn to play the piano because it holds a unique connect for me in terms of rhythm.

Music is pleasing not only because of the sound but because of the silence that is in it: without the alternation of sound and silence there would be no rhythm.

Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance, order, rhythm and harmony.

Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and reality. Rhythm might be described as, to the world of sound, what light is to the world of sight. It shapes and gives new meaning. Rhythm was described by Schopenhauer as melody deprived of its pitch.

Everything in the universe has a rhythm, everything dances.

When I see grace in a woman, that’s very sexy. You can tell by how someone moves or their rhythm.