131 Quotes About Opera

Ah! Pauvre ami, comme il m'aimait!

Chacun à son goût!

Chi il bel sogno di Dorettapotè indovinar?Il suo mister come maicome mai finiAhimè! un giorno uno studentein bocca la baciòe fu quel baciorivelazione:fu la passione!Folle amore!Folle ebbrezza!Chi la sottil carezzad'un bacio così ardentemai ridir potrà?Ah! mio sogno!Ah! mia vita!Che importa la ricchezzase alfine è rifioritala felicità!O sogno d'orpoter amar così!

it is sufficient to say, that a chorus of work, the whole of my past life - but, as if recalled by an act of memory, but as if present and incarnated in the music: no longer painful to dwell upon: but the detail of it's incidents removed, or blended in some hazy abstraction; and its passions exalted, spiritualized, and sublimed. All this was to be had for five shillings.

Dedication: My thanks to the people who showed me that opera was stranger than I could imagine. I can best repay their kindness by not mentioning their names here.

... My mother, daroga, my poor, unhappy mother would never... let me kiss her... She used to run away... and throw me my mask!... Nor any other woman... ever, ever!... Ah, you can understand, my happiness was so great, I cried. And fell at her feet, crying... and I kissed her feet... her little feet... crying. You're crying, too, daroga... and she cried also... the angel cried!...

I don’t want to blend,” Etalon whispered. “I want to belong.

He’d walked as a ghost in the gloomy bowels of this opera house for so long, darkness had become his brother, which was fitting, since his father was the night, and sunlight their forgotten friend.

He appears close to my age. The left half of his face stands out beneath the hood: one side of plump lips, one squared angle of a chin. Two coppery-colored eyes look back at me – bright and metallic. The sight makes me do a double take. As far as he is from the car, I shouldn’t be able to make out the color, yet they glimmer in the shadow of his cape, like pennies catching a flashlight’s glare in a deep well.