Quotes About Chopin

I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him.

It was the same with Chopin's old compatriot Józef Nowakowski, a former composition student of Elsner's at the Warsaw High School for Music, who had planned to travel down to Nohant and be reunited with Chopin.

Paris continued to offer Chopin its usual array of attractions, including dinner parties with Auguste Léo and the ever-faithful Delacroix, and an occasional visit to the opera. At this time, too, his friendship with Alkan deepened. Alkan still lived in the Square d'Orléans, and Chopin occasionally went over to his apartment in order to spend the remains of the day with him.

Watching all this from the sidelines was Chopin's pupil Jane Stirling, who was only too ready to move into the space vacated by Sand. She and her wealthy elder sister Katherine Erskine had been part of Chopin's Paris circle for the past four years, and Stirling, his pupil since 1844, was now receiving up to three lessons a week.

Born into prosperity, the two sisters were inseparable; they traveled widely in pursuit of culture, and in the early 1840s they settled for a time in Paris, where Jane took piano lessons from the English pianist Lindsay Sloper, who was himself a pupil of Chopin's.

Until then he had made do with an inferior local piano, which, in Sand's words, brought him more vexation than consolation, and had been abandoned in Palma. He quickly put the finishing touches to his Preludes, and by January 22 had sent the manuscript to Fontana with instructions to make a fair copy for Pleyel, who had agreed to pay Chopin the large sum of 2,000 francs for the entire set. That agreement soon started to unravel, as we shall presently discover.

He also became better acquainted with Czerny, who invited him to his house to play some music for two pianofortes. "He is a good fellow, but nothing more," Chopin remarked of the renowned pedagogue. And he added the revealing comment, "There is more feeling in Czerny himself than in all his compositions.

I got obsessed with classical music, I got obsessed with Chopin, with playing the piano.

I used to play the piano by listening to it - like Chopin pieces, when I was, like, a little kid - and then the minute my parents got me lessons to read music, I couldn't do it anymore.

I love music. I have a fondness for Chopin, and I very much like his 'Raindrop Prelude.'

The music teacher came twice a week to bridge the awful gap between Dorothy and Chopin.

Liszt's so-called piano music is nothing but Chopin and brandy.

You can't go home and listen to Chopin, and just use it.

If Chopin's Nocturne in F Minor, op. 55, no. 1 is like looking for a love lost in the darkness, this is the descent into love, in all its richness, mortifications, and subsequent glories.

No two composers were more totally at home in front of the piano than Debussy and Chopin, hands to keys to strings to sound waves to pen and paper in one perfect gesture of inspiration.

I was growing up in a communist time, especially, and the other music, the western music, was banned, so on radio half of the music was Chopin. So my colleagues and I were a little bit allergic to this music because it was everywhere - everywhere!

I've not been an admirer of contemporary music since punk rock went off the boil in 1977, but once a year I'll listen to 'Spiral Scratch' by the Buzzcocks, or 'Hippy Hippy Shake' by the Swinging Blue Jeans. Otherwise, I can put up with Chopin or shakuhachi flute in the background.

In the background, classical music plays from a paint-splattered radio, the New York station with the ancient announcer more frequently heard in doctors' waiting rooms and other places where signs prohibit the use of cell phones – the last bastions of Beethoven or Chopin or, on racier days, Shostakovich.

I grew up in Deptford in south London, and at that time I used to wear toppers, loon pants and tonic suits from shops like Take 6 and Topman. I was a bit of a soul boy, but I had a very eclectic taste in music - I was into James Brown and Bowie; and I was the only kid in the neighbourhood who would also be listening to Chopin.

Discs of umbrellas poured over suburban terraces with the smooth round ebullience of a Chopin waltz. They sat in the distance under the lugubrious dripping elms, elms like maps of Europe, elms frayed at the end like bits of chartreuse wool, elms heavy and bunchy as sour grapes.

Êtes-vous polythéiste, monsieur ? — Pardon ? — Moi je suis monothéiste. Je n'aime qu'un compositeur : Chopin. Je possède la conviction de n'avoir été envoyée sur terre que pour jouer et écouter Chopin.

I've got great joy from rediscovering Western music. I love Schumann and Chopin, and those amazing symphonies of Bruckner.

My mother was a very talented pianist, and she was a music teacher who hated to teach music, actually, but she loved to play, so I was brought up with Chopin, Debussy and Mozart.

I was reminded of the child prodigy who was summoned to perform for a famous pianist. The child climbed into the piano stool and played something by Chopin with great speed and accuracy. When the child had finished, the great musician patted it on the head and said, "You can play the notes. Someday, you may be able to play the music." Puppet