Best 33 quotes of Franz Schubert on MyQuotes

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.

A man endures misfortune without complaint.

Anyone who loves music can never be quite unhappy.

Approval or blame will follow in the world to come.

Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy.

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.

I am composing like a god, as if it simply had to be done as it has been done.

I am in the world only for the purpose of composing.

If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have.

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.

I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.

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.

I want you for always...days, years, eternities.

Love is in the air these days, so we thought we'd give a try to make your day a little brighter.

My compositions spring from my sorrows. Those that give the world the greatest delight were born of my deepest griefs.

Nobody understands another's sorrow, and nobody another's joy.

No one feels another's grief.

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.

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.

O Mozart, immortal Mozart, how many, how infinitely many inspiring suggestions of a finer, better life you have left in our souls!

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?

Our castle is not imposing, but is well built, and surrounded by a very fine garden. I live in the bailiff's house.

The greatest misfortune of the wise man and the greatest unhappiness of the fool are based upon convention.

The guitar is a wonderful instrument which is understood by few.

The manager is to be blamed who distributes parts to his players which they are unable to act.

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.

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.

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

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.

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?

With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang songs. Whenever I tried to sing of love, it turned to pain. And again, when I tried to sing of pain, it turned to love.