Maestro Auden Dar Quotes

There’s love and then there’s LOVE—the all-consuming I can’t live without you kind of love. The I can’t ever let him go kind of love.

Your heart knows when it’s about to break, but it clings to hope, lying to itself.

Loving him for all the wonderful things we did together. Hating him for all the wonderful things he’ll be doing with someone else.

We can’t help but love who we love.

I want you to see me.” “I do see you.” “I mean really see me. As a girl who’s more than your best friend. A girl you want to kiss. Right now. Period. No yets, no buts.

We don’t choose our parents,” he says in a serious tone. “We don’t choose the way we’re conceived. But we can choose to accept them for who they are. For what they’ve done.

Life is short. Life is tenuous. Life is uncertain. Time is precious. I have nothing to lose. Everything to lose.

Chad is like my favorite melody, one I can’t stop thinking of.

Never shall I forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.

Genuine love is unconditional.

Make sure you have control over your life. Some dictated it for years, but moving forward, be the conductor of your own life.

Then I’m filled with sadness, because I’ve learned Away isn’t a place. You can go around the world, but whatever you’re trying to get away from comes with you in your suitcase.

I’d wake up in the middle of the night, alone, my ribs feeling like they were splitting apart.

Forgiveness is one of the greatest acts of love.

I’ve learned home isn’t a physical place. It’s a feeling of shelter. Of being surrounded not by items but by love.

The city that always buzzes with energy has lost its heartbeat tonight. Its rhythm lulled.

A faithful heart makes wishes come true.

We've misjudged time. We allow it to pass with the belief we always have tomorrow.

My brothers and I went to see Oasis at Wembley Stadium, and I wish you were with us. I thought of you the entire time. You’re my wonderwall.

Don’t forget that I love you,” I tell her. “I won’t.” “Good.” I sit on my heels, admiring the pearls of sweat trickling down her full breast. She’ll be drenched in a few minutes. “Because I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.

I carry a deep sadness of the heart which must now and then break out in sound. -Franz Liszt

would rather be a ghost drifting by your side as a condemned soul than enter heaven without you… Because of your love, I will never be a lonely spirit.

Love has a way of transforming itself without your knowledge.

Whenever, wherever, I’ll be there for you,

The door gently closes, like the end of a sonata. Sliding down the cool wood, I allow myself one last time to cry for the boy I gave my heart to.

In order to create there must be a dynamic force, and what force is more potent than love? -Igor Stravinsky

Does it hurt like hell? Like a heavyweight champion using my heart, mind, and body like a punching bag.

But the pain is nothing compared to admiring Astor’s angelic face and feeling his little beating heart.

Heartbreak is an incurable disease. At times, it’s dormant. Quiet. But you know it’s there, taunting as it lingers. Occasional flare-ups that intensify after periods of remission.

I’m living with this disease, learning how to manage it. Own it.

You want your love to fulfill his dreams and have the best possible life, even if you’re playing a different role in it.

Our love is like the stars we used to admire at night in Tanglewood. Even when they’re hidden, they’re still bright and constant.

I was drowning in the rhythm of loneliness, fearing I would never survive. I did everything to stay afloat.

Know your worth. Never settle, Aurelia.

Depression threw my dreams away, and I’m determined to claim them back.

Memories become baggage. We carry them from place to place, even when we’re desperate to drop them off. And then there are memories we wish to hold on to;

I felt the beauty in pain.

In loss, there is hope.

We can only move forward when we accept our past. Our mistakes. Our regrets. All those memories, no matter how painful at times, are a gift. They’ve shaped our hearts.

Love is a symphony,” my teacher, Ms. Luz, said. “The movements mirror the progression of a love affair. From the opening sonata, something unexpected hits you. It’s fresh, raw, exhilarating. Full of hope and promise. By the second and third movements, you’re consumed with one another. It’s passionate and heart-wrenching. An emotional rollercoaster preparing us for the fourth movement. The finale, one we anticipate with bated breath, can be glorious or tragic.

For some, first love is a fleeting spark heralding the greater loves to come. For others, first love is the only love. The greatest love.

The mural is a scene between two lovers huddled together by the Revson Fountain. Astor said an old high school photo of Aurelia and me inspired him.

We can’t escape the past, but we can learn from it as we move forward.

We meet the most important people in our lives when we don’t even know how much we need them.

noun mae·stro \ ˈmī-(ˌ)strō \ : a master usually in an art; especially: an eminent composer, conductor, or teacher of music

Touch Her Soft Lips and Part’s melody is deceptively simple. Lullaby waves of three notes up and three notes

was thirteen when I met my one and only muse. All my compositions and all the music I perform are inspired by her. She’s in every note, melody, and phrase.

A symphony is like a love affair. It’s a journey that takes your heart to many places.

I’m the boy who fell in love with you at thirteen, loves you at thirty-three, and who will love you until his last dying breath.

You’re as essential as the air I breathe, the water I drink, the music I play. Without you, I’m barely breathing. Barely existing. I refuse to be without you.