What could be put up against the noise of time? Only that music which is inside ourselves - the music of our being - which is transformed by some into real music. Which, over the decades, if it is string and true and pure enough to drown out the noise of time, is transformed into the whisper of history.Julian Barnes
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There is nothing more powerful than the music of one's soul which is transformed by the years and the heart of the person into the whisper of history. When we let our voices be heard and speak out against what is wrong and what we believe in, we help to change the world.
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