Trumpets Quotes

I played trumpet in middle school, and then I had to get braces, so I had to stop playing trumpet and start playing drums.

It's a good habit to trumpet your failures and be quiet about your successes.

The trumpet does not more stun you by its loudness, than a whisper teases you by its provoking inaudibility.

Buy when the cannons are firing, and sell when the trumpets are blowing

The heroic hours of life do not announce their presence by drum and trumpet.

Buy on the cannons and sell on the trumpets.

A superb tenor voice, like a silver trumpet muffled in silk.

Whoever keeps an open ear For tattlers will be sure to hear The trumpet of contention.

The absolutist trumpets his plain vision; the relativist sees only someone who is unaware of his own spectacles.

He who sounds his own trumpet will soon find plenty to laugh at him.

You want to know how I started playing trumpet? My father bought me one, and I studied the trumpet. And everybody I heard that I liked, I picked up things from.

Are we to go out with trumpets and tell everything we know, just because it is true? Is there not such a thing as egotistical truthfulness?

I played saxophone and trumpet. Pretty nerdy.

The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide.

When I started to play trumpet I was fortunate to learn very quickly.

I've always wanted a C trumpet on top, to have that same kind of facility without shouting.

You start way down on a low B flat on the tuba and you have a chromatic scale; you can match the colours all the way up, till you get to the top of the trumpet.

I started playing the trumpet when I was about eight.

The trumpet was not a lyrical singing instrument.

I played the trumpet a bit like a porker, I think.

Louis Armstrong playing trumpet on the Judgment Day.

affectation is fond of making a greater show than reality. ... Nature and truth have never learned to blow the trumpet, and never will.

I'm a terrible trumpet player...

My heart leaps at the trumpet's voice.

There is language going on out there- the language of the wild. Roars, snorts, trumpets, squeals, whoops, and chirps all have meaning derived over eons of expression... We have yet to become fluent in the language -and music- of the wild.

I feel like an old warhorse at the sound of a trumpet when I read about the capturing of rare beetles.

I spent my entire life working with the smallest budget I could get. Just working with old, junky, donated equipment. The only things I bought myself were the trumpet and the $9 ukulele.

I was minding my own business when something says to me, "you ought to blow trumpet." I have just been trying ever since.

Somehow trumpet is the reference point for me it was actually my first instrument.

That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet.

I put myself in the studio and I really made sure to say, 'Well, if I would normally reach for a trumpet, why don't I reach for the next nearest instrument instead?'

...All my best words are deserters and do not answer the trumpet call, and the remainder are cripples.

The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms.

With me every peep becomes a trumpet solo.

Renunciation which is natural does not herald its coming by the blowing of trumpets. It comes in imperceptibly without letting anyone notice it.

The trumpet is forceful.

I was in the band when I was a kid, I played the trumpet.

The hardest part of playing the trumpet is the physical act of making the sound.

Therefore it is most expedient for the wise, if Don Worm (his conscience) find no impediment to the contrary, to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself.

Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet