Franz Schubert Quotes.
My compositions spring from my sorrows. Those that give the world the greatest delight were born of my deepest griefs.
No one understands another’s grief, no one understands another’s joy… My music is the product of my talent and my misery. And that which I have written in my greatest distress is what the world seems to like best.
A man endures misfortune without complaint.
There is no such thing as happy music.
Approval or blame will follow in the world to come.
O Mozart, immortal Mozart, how many, how infinitely many inspiring suggestions of a finer, better life you have left in our souls!
When all hopes of recognition or honor have faded into distant memory, when purity of heart meets sorrow of mind, when all the world seems to walk in blindness and yet a man works without wearying for that which he loves…only in this moment is passion truly understood
I am composing like a god, as if it simply had to be done as it has been done.
No one feels another’s grief, no one understands another’s joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.
I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.
Love is in the air these days, so we thought we’d give a try to make your day a little brighter.
The manager is to be blamed who distributes parts to his players which they are unable to act.
If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have.
Why does God endow us with compassion?
Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy.
Why should the composer be more guilty than the poet who warms to fantasy by a strange flame, making an idea that inspires him the subject of his own very different treatment?
There are eight girls in the house in which I am living, and practically all of them are good looking. You can realize that I am kept busy.
It sometimes seems to me as if I do not belong to this world at all. I deplore music that engenders in people not love but madness: which rouses them to scornful laughter instead of lifting their thoughts to God.
The world resembles a stage on which every man is playing a part.
Who can do anything after Beethoven?
One bites into the brass mouthpiece of his wooden cudgel, and the other blows his cheeks out on a French horn. Do you call that Art?
You believe happiness to be derived from the place in which once you have been happy, but in truth it is centered in ourselves.
Nobody understands another’s sorrow, and nobody another’s joy.
Anyone who loves music can never be quite unhappy.
Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.
The moment is supreme.
I never force myself to be devout except when I feel so inspired, and never compose hymns of prayers unless I feel within me real and true devotion.
Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.
When I wished to sing of love, it turned to sorrow. And when I wished to sing of sorrow, it was transformed for me into love.
