Franz Schubert
Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.Collection: Marriage
Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.Collection: Morning
Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.Collection: Sad
I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.Collection: Imagination
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.
You believe happiness to be derived from the place in which once you have been happy, but in truth it is centered in ourselves.
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.
A man endures misfortune without complaint.
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.
The greatest misfortune of the wise man and the greatest unhappiness of the fool are based upon convention.
Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy.
Our castle is not imposing, but is well built, and surrounded by a very fine garden. I live in the bailiff's house.
The moment is supreme.
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.
Above all things, I must not get angry. If I do get angry I knock all the teeth out of the mouth of the poor wretch who has angered me.
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?
There are two contrary impulses which govern this man's brain-the one sane, and the other eccentric. They alternate at regular intervals.
The world resembles a stage on which every man is playing a part.
Approval or blame will follow in the world to come.
I am composing like a god, as if it simply had to be done as it has been done.
If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have.
The manager is to be blamed who distributes parts to his players which they are unable to act.
Why does God endow us with compassion?
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?
Anyone who loves music can never be quite unhappy.Collection: Unhappy
My compositions spring from my sorrows. Those that give the world the greatest delight were born of my deepest griefs.Collection: Spring
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.Collection: Music
Who can do anything after Beethoven?Collection: Can Do
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 understoodCollection: Memories
There is no such thing as happy music.Collection: Happy Music
O Mozart, immortal Mozart, how many, how infinitely many inspiring suggestions of a finer, better life you have left in our souls!Collection: Soul
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.Collection: Laughter
The guitar is a wonderful instrument which is understood by few.Collection: Guitar
I am in the world only for the purpose of composing.Collection: Purpose
Love is in the air these days, so we thought we'd give a try to make your day a little brighter.Collection: Love
What a picture of a better world you have given us, Mozart!Collection: World
I want you for always...days, years, eternities.Collection: I Love You
No one really understands the grief or joy of another. We always imagine that we are approaching some other, but our lines of travel are actually parallel.Collection: Grief
No one really understands the grief or joy of another.Collection: Sympathy
No one feels another's grief.Collection: Grief