Robert Musil Quotes

When I hear the bagpipes, it makes the hairs on my neck stand on end. It always makes me weep.

My favorite songs to sing have always been songs about regret. I don't know why that is, but to me, that's country music.

It is impossible for emotion not to come on us in thinking of that time now flowed away.

I've cried over string arrangements.

Christmas carols always brought tears to my eyes. I also cry at weddings. I should have cried at a couple of my own.

The thing with Disney songs is they're very manipulative, very sentimental, but they do get you, you know - there's a kind of sadness to them and that kind of music doesn't really exist any more.

We had our unhappy moments but they got channelled into the kind of sadness that was necessary for singing a song about going nowhere. So it worked out very well I think.

Most Billy Joel songs make me want to cry a little.

I wasn't ready for 'Bright Star' to end when it did.

I mourn for the stake which was lost at Richmond more deeply than I rejoice over that which was saved at Waterloo.

It’s a miserable story!” said Bruno. “It begins miserably, and it ends miserablier. I think I shall cry. Sylvie, please lend me your handkerchief.” “I haven’t got it with me,” Sylvie whispered. “Then I won’t cry,” said Bruno manfully.

Sometimes I feel sad, but this is not nostalgia, because I don't want time to come back.

No need to be sentimental to mourn the loss of Paradise.

With some break-ups, all you can think about afterwards is how badly it ended and how much the other person hurt you. With others, you become sentimental for the good times and lose track of what went wrong.

That is why I write - to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance.

It was sad music. But it waved its sadness like a battle flag. It said the universe had done all it could, but you were still alive.

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar.

I wouldn't mind the early autumn if you came home today I'd tell you how much I miss you and know I'd be okay. It's funny how we never know exactly how our life will go It's funny how a dream can fade with the break of day. Time can't erase the memory and time can't bring you home Last Summer was a part of me and now a part is gone. —Margaret

Alas, the very name of picture produces a sadness of heart I cannot describe.

When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry.

When you get older, it feels like happy memories and sad memories are pretty much the same thing. It is all just emotion in the end. And any of it can make you weep.

Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia.

I do not think I responded immediately, for it took me a moment or two to fully digest these words of Miss Kenton. Moreover, as you might appreciate, their implications were such as to provoke a certain degree of sorrow within me. Indeed- why should I not admit it? - at that moment, my heart was breaking.

20 minutes later: a girl on Himmel Street. She looks up. She speaks in whisper. 'The sky is soft today, Max. The clouds are so soft and sad, and...' She looks away and crosses her arms. She thinks of her papa going to war and grabs her jacket at each side of her body. 'And it's cold, Max. It's so cold.