Zitat des Tages von Gustav Mahler:
Melodic invention is one of the surest signs of a divine gift.
With the coming of spring, I am calm again.
I hope you will no longer accuse me of a lack of delicacy. as I now count on your understanding.
Never let oneself be guided by the opinion of one's contemporaries. Continue steadfastly on one's way.
All that is not perfect down to the smallest detail is doomed to perish.
It should be one's sole endeavor to see everything afresh and create it anew.
Spring won't let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again.
The impressions of the spriritual experiences gave my future life its form and content.
I have become a different person. I don't know whether this person is better, he certainly is not happier.
The point is not to take the world's opinion as a guiding star but to go one's way in life and working unerringly, neither depressed by failure nor seduced by applause.
When I have reached a summit, I leave it with great reluctance, unless it is to reach for another, higher one.
If you think you're boring your audience, go slower not faster.
There is a world of difference between a Mahler eighth note and a normal eighth note.
Even if people censure me, they should do so hat in hand.
In its beginnings, music was merely chamber music, meant to be listened to in a small space by a small audience.
Discipline, work. Work, discipline.
I don't let myself get carried away by my own ideas - I abandon 19 out of 20 of them every day.
Fortunately, something always remains to be harvested. So let us not be idle.
It is easier to achieve a desired result in short pieces.
The call of love sounds very hollow among these immobile rocks.
The further the music develops, the more complex the apparatus used by the composer to express his thoughts becomes.
In the theatrical works we love and admire the most, the ending of the drama generally takes place offstage.
The real art of conducting consists in transitions.
It's not just a question of conquering a summit previously unknown, but of tracing, step by step, a new pathway to it.
I live like a Hottentot. I cannot exchange one sensible word with anyone.
You must renounce all superficiality, all convention, all vanity and delusion.
I was a crazy young man who let himself be blinded by his passions and obeyed only the impulses of the moment.
What I wanted and what I visualized while composing has not always been realized.
Destiny smiles upon me but without making me the least bit happier.
A symphony must be like the world. It must contain everything.
If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music.
I also had a brother who was like me a musician and a composer. A man of great talent, far more gifted than I. He died very young... he killed himself in the prime of his life.
Behind me the branches of a wasted and sterile existence are cracking.
If I weren't the way I am, I shouldn't write my symphonies.
To judge a composer's work, one must consider it as a whole.
I am hitting my head against the walls, but the walls are giving way.