Violin Quotes

“If only we would wake from (these) states of oblivion with some certain sense that there was no mystery to life at all, that cruelty was purely impersonal, but we don't.”
― Anne Rice, Violin

“¡Es tan fácil desear la muerte cuando se está sano! Es muy sencillo enamorarse de la muerte, como lo he estado yo toda mi vida, igual que he visto a sus adoradores más fieles venirse abajo en los últimos instantes, gritar porque deseaban seguir viviendo, como si los velos oscuros, los lirios, el olor de las velas y las grandiosas promesas de la tumba no significaran nada.

Ya lo sabía, pero siempre deseé estar muerta. Era una forma de seguir viviendo.”
― Anne Rice, Violin

“Lord God, to be born with no talent is bad enough, but to have a macabre and febrile imagination as well is a curse.”
― Anne Rice, Violin

“Goodbye, darling, would I could leave you with something, some little thing...'
'You leave me with all I'll ever need,' she said softly. There was resignation in her voice. 'You leave me with some hours that other women must make up or read about in stories.”
― Anne Rice, Violin

“I thought the curse of memory is this: Everything is ever present.”
― Anne Rice, Violin

“¿O se trataba también de un sueño en una vida donde el sueño y la realidad están tan íntimamente ligados que inevitablemente uno acaba por triunfar sobre la otra?”
― Anne Rice, Violin

“Oh, it seems a sin to ask compassion of the dead, those who died in pain, those I couldn’t save, those for whom I didn’t have the right farewells”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“Worry stops your ears to the real music. Worry doesn’t let you fold your arms around the bones of those you love.”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“like to cry alone. It felt so marvelously good, to cry and cry, totally removed from any hint of censure! No one to tell you yes or no, no one to beg for forgiveness, no one to intervene.”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“Songs are everywhere you look, in the rain, in the wind, in the moan of the suffering, songs.”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“It was the most shamefully emotional music, so like Tchaikovsky just saying, Hell with the world, and letting the sweetest, saddest pain gush, in a way that my Mozart and my Beethoven never did.”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“It’s so easy to wish for death when nothing’s wrong with you! It’s so easy to fall in love with death, and I’ve been all my life, and seen its most faithful worshipers crumble in the end, screaming just to live, as if all the dark veils and the lilies and the smell of candles, and grandiose promises of the grave, meant nothing.”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“Beethoven’s Ninth. I played the torture part. I played the Second Movement.”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“Master of His Choir of Angels, that is Mozart; but Beethoven is the Master of My Dark Heart, the captain of my broken life and all my failures.”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“Worry stops your ears to the real music. Worry doesn't let you fold your arms around the bones of those you love.”
― Anne Rice, Violin

“Good Lord, it is a surfeit of memory that drives people to drink, I think so sometimes. Mother must have remembered such terrible, terrible things.”
― Anne Rice, Violin

“Your torment wants a witness in me.”
― Anne Rice, Violin

“Grief is wise. Grief does not cry. Grief comes only long after the horror at the sight of the grave, the horror at the side of the bed, grief is wise, and grief is imperturbable. Stillness.”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“panic, or agony, of those who saw in the final careless, dissonant moments no tears perhaps or heard no pledge that I would mourn you forever.”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“as if all the dark veils and the lilies and the smell of candles, and grandiose promises of the grave, meant nothing.”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“life, and seen its most faithful worshipers crumble in the end, screaming just to live, as if all the dark veils and the lilies and the”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“It’s so easy to wish for death when nothing’s wrong with you! It’s so easy to fall in love with death, and I’ve been all my”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“It’s like walking music, the music of someone walking doggedly and almost vengefully up a mountain. It just goes on and on and on, as though the person won’t stop walking.”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“captain of my broken life and all my failures.”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“Mozart was always my happy guardian, the Little Genius, I called him, Master of His Choir of Angels, that is Mozart; but Beethoven is the Master of My Dark Heart, the”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“The music went on, sweet, and demure, and winding to a compassionate finale. I know your pain. I know. But madness isn’t for you. It never was. You’re the one who never goes mad.”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“But you covered yourself with a concealing bulk, didn’t you? To hide from whom?”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“IT WAS that sea again, that ocean clear and blue and frothing wild into the flopping prancing ghosts with every wave that hit the beach.”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“In this soft rainy realm, where water sings as it falls from the darkening leaves, as the earth falls from the uneven edges above,”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel

“Mozart was always my happy guardian, the Little Genius, I called him, Master of His Choir of Angels, that is Mozart; but Beethoven is the Master of My Dark Heart, the captain of my broken life and all my failures.”
― Anne Rice, Violin: A Novel