Be aware of the high notes,
Of the blissful faces and their soft messages,
And listen for the silent message
Of a highly decorated gift.

Am I afraid of high notes? Of course I am afraid. What sane man is not?

With unemployment still abysmally high, the Obama economy is crushing Hispanics‘ dreams for their children to live a better life.

I’ve been doing that song [“Live Wire“] on my own for years, so no, I’m not worried about [high notes] at all.

In inner-city, low-income communities of color, there’s such a high correlation in terms of educational quality and success.

I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.

If I would go up on a high note, Eddie would want a low one. That’s how petty the situation had become.

Get the most out of everything in your life; the happiness and the sadness, the success and the failure…get a good perspective of what life is all about. Let the orchestra of your life play all the notes, the high notes, the low rumblings of the difficulties and perplexities that all we all face.

Over the years with movies, I’ve given directors notes.

I had good innings, as the British say. I wrote for 38 years at the top of my form, and I wanted to quit on a high note.

I know I’m known for singing some of those high notes but that’s really not what giving someone goose bumps is all about. It’s about really trying to find what makes you unique…

One may miss the mark by aiming too high as too low.

When I was in high school, I don’t know that I really had big dreams.

I’ve never held myself up particularly high when I had movies that worked, and I never held myself all that low when I had failures.

A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.

I like to play in the deep register. I was never a high-note specialist. My range goes from the bottom of the horn up to around C or D. High D is about it for me … about two-and-a-half octaves, I think. But in these two-and-a-half octaves, I can say everything I have to say.

I don’t think people really understood what I did. And you know, in my book, ‘A Helluva High Note’ deals with my back story, that I was a songwriter, that I spent years trying to hone my craft and being rejected and then finally becoming a successful songwriter, record executive and publisher.

What we call happiness in the strictest sense comes from the (preferably sudden) satisfaction of needs which have been dammed up to a high degree.

High expectations are the key to everything.

My voice, at first rough and breaking on the high notes, warms up into something splendid. A voice that would make the mockingjays fall silent and then tumble over themselves to join in.

The test of success is not what you do when you are on top. Success is how high you bounce when you hit bottom.

A singer can shatter glass with the proper high note,” he said, “but the simplest way to break glass is simply to drop it on the floor.

Without even knowing it, we are assaulted by a high note of urgency all the time. We end up pacing ourselves to the city rhythm whether or not it’s our own. In time we even grow hard of hearing to the rest of the world. Like a violinist stuck next to the timpani, we may lose the ability to hear our own instrument.

I’ve been to many funerals of funny people, and they’re some of the funniest days you’ll ever have, because the emotions run high.

A song is a favorite song, not because the singer can hit and hold a high note, but because of the words, their meaning.

I don’t measure a man’s success by how high he climbs but how high he bounces when he hits bottom.

When I’m in the car and somebody comes on the radio singing the high notes, I try to sing along.

Set your goals high, and don’t stop till you get there.

It was like being high when you reach those high notes.

High ends, high spending. We just trying to end life on a high note.

I can’t hit some of the
real high notes I used to hit, but it makes you have to explore
different avenues.

So it’s nice to know that Rita had that impact, and it was nice to end a character on a high note like that. But, again, in the moment… I always say, nobody was more devastated than me [from Rita’s death in Dexter]!

Love demands expression. It will not stay still, stay silent, be good, be modest, be seen and not heard, no. It will break out in tongues of praise, the high note that smashes the glass and spills the liquid.