Franz Schubert
Franz Schubert
Franz Peter Schubertwas an Austrian composer. Schubert died before his 32nd birthday, but was extremely prolific during his lifetime. His output consists of over six hundred secular vocal works, seven complete symphonies, sacred music, operas, incidental music and a large body of chamber and piano music. Appreciation of his music while he was alive was limited to a relatively small circle of admirers in Vienna, but interest in his work increased significantly in the decades following his death. Felix Mendelssohn,...
NationalityAustrian
ProfessionComposer
Date of Birth31 January 1797
CityVienna, Austria
CountryAustria
The greatest misfortune of the wise man and the greatest unhappiness of the fool are based upon convention.
I am composing like a god, as if it simply had to be done as it has been done.
There is no such thing as happy music.
Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy.
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.
My compositions spring from my sorrows. Those that give the world the greatest delight were born of my deepest griefs.
Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.
You believe happiness to be derived from the place in which once you have been happy, but in truth it is centered in ourselves.
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.
Anyone who loves music can never be quite unhappy.
Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.
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.