Talk:Franz Schubert
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- No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine that they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.
- 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.
- 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.