Frederic Chopin Quotes

I tell my piano the things I used to tell you

I wrote a huge number of letters that spring: one a week to Naoko, several to Reiko, and several more to Midori. I wrote letters in the classroom, I wrote letters at my desk at home with Seagull in my lap, I wrote letters at empty tables during my breaks at the Italian restaurant. It was as if I were writing letters to hold together the pieces of my crumbling life.

Perhaps love is a minor madness. And as with madness, it's unendurable alone. The one person who can relieve us is of course the sole person we cannot go to: the one we love. So instead we seek out allies, even among strangers and wives, fellow patients who, if they can't touch the edge of our particular sorrow, have felt something that cuts nearly as deep.

No one to hear, you might as well scream.

Loneliness is holding the one you love When you know you might never hold him again. Even lost in the darkness My heart will find you The soul die at the hand of the one who carries it. If I could find a place to run away Hidden safely, I would be there today. The darkest daylight finds me.

The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.

Rap helps me connect emotionally.

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

I just need somewhere to dump all my negativity.

Remember, the burden of sorrow is doubled when it is borne alone.

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.

I think one of the most poignant things is unrequited love and loneliness.

I was very independent growing up, but there were things that were bothering me that I never told anybody. I would talk to our animals at home.

My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.

You could play the blues like it was a lonesome thing - it was a feeling.

And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.

I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.

Music breaks my heart constantly.

I think all of the best songs are about heartbreak and love.

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering?

The human heart has a sigh lonelier than the cry of the bittern.

Roy Orbison is singing for the lonely, hey, that's me and I want you only.

It tore my heart out, because I heard his voice. The wolves sang slowly behind him, bittersweet harmony, but all I heard was Sam. His howl trembled, rose, fell in anguish. I listened for a long time. I prayed for them to stop, to leave me alone, but at the same time I was desperately afraid they would. Long after the other voices had dropped away, Sam kept howling, very soft and slow. When he finally fell silent, the night felt dead.