Where shall the word be found, where will the word / Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence.
T. S. EliotThere is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
T. S. EliotA heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
T. S. Eliot