Best 90 quotes of Ludwig Van Beethoven on MyQuotes

Anyone who tells a lie has not a pure heart, and cannot make a good soup.

Applaud my friends, the comedy is over... [on his death bed]

Artists are fiery; they do not weep.

Artists who have won fame are often embarrassed by it; thus their first works are often their best.

Art! Who comprehends her? With whom can one consult concerning this great goddess?

Beethoven can write music, thank God, but he can do nothing else on earth.

But what a humiliation for me when someone standing next to me heard a flute in the distance and I heard nothing, or someone standing next to me heard a shepherd singing and again I heard nothing. Such incidents drove me almost to despair; a little more of that and I would have ended my life - it was only my art that held me back.

ever thine, ever mine, ever ours

Everything should be at once surprising and inevitable.

Fate gave to man the courage of endurance.

Figured Bass (Harmony) and Religion are self-contained things, one should not argue these.

From the glow of enthusiasm I let the melody escape.

Good Morning, on July 7 My thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved I can only live wholly with you or not at all- Be calm my life, my all. Only by calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together. Oh continue to love me, never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved. Ever Thine Ever Mine Ever Yours

Handel is the greatest composer that ever lived... I would uncover my head and kneel down on his tomb.

He that divines the secret of my music is freed from the unhappiness that haunts the whole world of men.

How glad I am to be able to roam in the wood and thicket, among trees and flowers and rocks ... in the country, every tree seems to speak to me, saying, "Holy! Holy", in the woods, there is enchantment which expresses all things.

I alter some things, eliminate and try again until I am satisfied. Then begins the mental working out of this material in its breadth, its narrowness, its height and depth.

I am resolved to rise superior to every obstacle. With whom need I be afraid of measuring my strength? I will take Fate by the throat. It shall not overcome me. O how beautiful it is to be alive - would that I could live a thousand times!

I can do nothing but think of you... What have you done to me? Can't you remove the spell you have cast over me?

I carry my thoughts about me for a long time, often a very long time, before I write them down; meanwhile my memory is so faithful that I am sure never to forget, not even in years, a theme that has once occurred to me.

I carry my thoughts about with me for a long time... before writing them down... once I have grasped a theme. I shall not forget it even years later. I change many things, discard others, and try again and again until I am satisfied; then, in my head... [the work] rises, it grows, I hear and see the image n front of me from every angle... and only the labor of writing it down remains... I turn my ideas into tones that resound, roar, and rage until at last they stand before me in the form of notes.

I change many things, discard others, and try again and again until I am satisfied; then, in my head, I being to elaborate the work in its breadth, its narrowness, its height, its depth...I hear and see the image in front of me from every angle as if it had been cast and only the labour of writing it down remains.

If I contemplate myself as part of the Universe: what am I?

I know no other sign of superiority than Goodness.

I know of no more sacred duty than to rear and educate a child.

I liked your opera. I think I will set it to music.

In praise of Thy goodness I must confess that Thou didst try with all Thy means to draw me to Thee. Sometimes it pleased Thee to let me feel the heavy hand of Thy displeasure and to humiliate my proud heart by manifold castigations. Sickness and misfortune didst Thou send upon me to turn my thoughts to my errantries.-One thing, only, O Father, do I ask: cease not to labor for my betterment. In whatsoever manner it be, let me turn to Thee and become fruitful in good works.

In the country It seems as if every tree Said to me 'Holy! Holy!' Who can ever express The ecstasy of the woods! Almighty One, In the woods I am blessed. Happy every one in the woods. Every tree speaks through Thee. O God! What glory in the woodland.

In the world of art, as in the whole of creation, freedom and progress are the main objectives.

In whatsoever manner it be, let me turn to God and become fruitful in good works. Nothing higher exists than to approach God more than other people and from that to extend His glory among humanity.I will place all my confidence in your eternal goodness, O God! My soul shall rejoice in Thee, immutable Being. Be my rock, my light, forever my trust.

I shall hear in heaven.

It is my belief one should not belittle the artist; while, however glorious his fame may seem, his time on Mount Olympus as an honourable guest of Zeus is short. It's a pity, but all too eager will the common folk drag him from this etherial heights to the low and trodden earth.

It is the power of music to carry one directly into the mental state of the composer.

I want to seize fate by the throat.

I will seize fate by the throat; it shall certainly never wholly overcome me.

Let your deafness no longer be a secret - even in art.

Love demands all, and has a right to all.

Mistakes - mistakes - you yourself are a unique mistake!

Music is mediator between spiritual and sensual life.

Music is the electric soil in which the spirit thinks, lives and invents. All that's electrical stimulates the mind to flowing surging musical creation. I am electrical by nature.

Music is the mediator between the life of the senses and the life of the spirit.

Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life. Although the spirit be not master of that which it creates through music, yet it is blessed in this creation, which, like every creation of art, is mightier than the artist.

Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken.

My heart is full of many things there are moments when I feel that speech is nothing after all.

No friend have I. I must live by myself alone; but I know well that God is nearer to me than others in my art, so I will walk fearlessly with Him.

Of all my children, this is the one that cost me the worst birth-pangs and brought me the most sorrow; and for that reason it is the one most dear to me.

Oh continue to love me, never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved. Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.

Oh you men who think or say that I am malevolent, stubborn, or misanthropic, how greatly do you wrong me. You do not know the secret cause which makes me seem that way to you. Oh how harshly was I flung back by the doubly sad experience of my bad hearing.

One must not hold one's self so divine as to be unwilling occasionally to make improvements in one's creations.

Only art and science can raise men to the level of God.