will share a secret: this is how talents are bestowed. Before newborns open their eyes, we circle them, appearing as brilliant colors, and when they clench their tiny hands for the first time, they are actually grabbing the colors they find most appealing. Those talents are with them for life. The lucky ones {well, in my opinion, the lucky ones} choose me. Music. From that point on, I live inside your every hum and whistle, every pluck of a string or plink of a piano key. I cannot keep you alive. I lack such power. But I infuse you. And
by Mitch Albom
(0 Reviews)

The passage describes a mystical process by which talents are granted to newborns. Before they gain sight, they are surrounded by vibrant colors, which symbolize potential talents. As babies grasp these colors with their little hands, they are effectively selecting their lifelong gifts, with music being highlighted as a special blessing. According to the narrator, some individuals are truly fortunate as they connect with music, and the narrator becomes a part of every musical expression they create.

The author emphasizes the deep, transformative connection between talent and life, portraying music as an essential force that permeates existence. While the narrator acknowledges that they cannot sustain life, they play a crucial role in inspiring and enriching individuals through their musical journey. This enchanting reflection on talent and the essence of music is at the heart of "The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto" by Mitch Albom.

Stats

Categories
Author
Votes
0
Page views
1
Update
January 22, 2025

Rate the Quote

Add Comment & Review

User Reviews

Based on 0 reviews
5 Star
0
4 Star
0
3 Star
0
2 Star
0
1 Star
0
Add Comment & Review
We'll never share your email with anyone else.
More »

Popular quotes

My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?
by David Mitchell
A half-read book is a half-finished love affair.
by David Mitchell
Travel far enough, you meet yourself.
by David Mitchell
Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.
by David Mitchell
People pontificate, "Suicide is selfishness." Career churchmen like Pater go a step further and call in a cowardly assault on the living. Oafs argue this specious line for varying reason: to evade fingers of blame, to impress one's audience with one's mental fiber, to vent anger, or just because one lacks the necessary suffering to sympathize. Cowardice is nothing to do with it - suicide takes considerable courage. Japanese have the right idea. No, what's selfish is to demand another to endure an intolerable existence, just to spare families, friends, and enemies a bit of soul-searching.
by David Mitchell
You say you're 'depressed' - all i see is resilience. You are allowed to feel messed up and inside out. It doesn't mean you're defective - it just means you're human.
by David Mitchell
I believe there is another world waiting for us. A better world. And I'll be waiting for you there.
by David Mitchell
Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.
by David Mitchell
The pollenless trees were genomed to repel bugs and birds; the stagnant air reeked of insecticide.
by David Mitchell
A random sequence of seemingly unrelated events.
by David Mitchell