Quote by André Aciman Download Open image ““I could speak about the Haydn for hours—what a lovely friendship this might have been.”” — André Aciman ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.0 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“I sensed that he was staring at me as I was explaining Haydn’s Seven Last Words of Christ, which I’d been transcribing. I was… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“You may only be a small musical note in the realms of life, but together with others you make a symphony.” — Stephen Richards Copy Share Image
If only your pure and clean mind could touch me, dear Haydn, nobody has a greater reverence for you than I have. — Franz Schubert Copy Share Image
“miracle I have just listened to this symphony which Mozart dashed off in one day and it had enough wild and crazy joy to… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Mozart’s music is so pure and beautiful that I see it as a reflection of the inner beauty of the universe itself,” — Walter Isaacson Copy Share Image
“On the other hand, for years I did not listen to Mozart after I was assaulted by the perverse idea that Mozart does not… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
“I think that if Mozart were alive today and decided to become a novelist, he would write humorous fantasy.” — Frank P. Ryan Copy Share Image
“Just like life. Each person was like one line of music, but nobody knew what the symphony sounded like. Only the conductor had the… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“but I have always suspected that one could substitute the Minuet of Haydn’s 98th symphony for the Minuet in Haydn’s 99th symphony without sensing… — Aaron Copland Copy Share Image
“For you, Elisabeth.” He offered me the flute again. This time I took it. Despite the cold air, the instrument was warm, and felt… — S. Jae-Jones Copy Share Image
“And you listen to some of that meticulous Mozart stuff and Vivaldi and you realize that they knew that too. They knew when to… — Keith Richards Copy Share Image
Don't all writers have a hidden nerve, call it a secret chamber, something irreducibly theirs, which stirs their prose and makes it tick and… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“I wanted him to remember the morning on Monet's berm when I'd kissed him not the first but the second time and given him… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
Rituals are how we step into our private field of dreams, a small Elysium all our own. Rituals are made not just for us,… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“I desperately wanted to give him something. By contrast, taking seemed so bland, so facile, so mechanical.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
Proust is interested in minutiae because life, as he sees it, is seldom ever about things but about our impression of things, not about… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“Well, since you're not going to do anything with me—can you at least read me a story? I'd settle for that. I wanted him to read me a story. Something by Chekhov or Gogol or Katherine Mansfield. Take your clothes off, Oliver, and come into my bed, let me feel your skin, your hair against my flesh, your foot on… — André Aciman Copy Share
“This is heaven.” And I wouldn’t hear him say another word for at least an hour. There was nothing I loved more in life… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“He loved the sticky taste. What had I done? I told him and pointed to the bruised evidence sitting on my desk. “Let me… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“When had they separated us, you and me, Oliver? And why did I know it, and why didn't you?” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“As we were swimming back, he asked as though it were an afterthought, “Are you going to hold last night against me?” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“To be with you. To be with you, Oliver. With or without my bathing suit. To be with you on my bed. In your… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
