The Enchanted Sonata Quotes

For when the world was darkest, I remembered you.

Don't you DARE tell me how to eat a chocolate!

Why Do Fairies Let Bad Things Happen to Good People?

What makes music...magic?

You hwill follow me!” You did not disobey someone who added h’s to their w’s. Clara and Nutcracker hurried after Mother Svetlana, who could glide down the hall with extreme grace for someone her size. Nuns rushed past them in frocks of beige, their starched wimples brushing Clara. Mother Svetlana parted them like the Red Sea. Something flashed in one of their hands—a butcher knife? “How dare these ungodly creatures assault a house of the Lord!” Mother Svetlana’s voice filled to the arches. “Hwe are hwomen of peace!” “Yes…” Nutcracker eyed a short nun who scampered past with an ax. She looked positively gleeful. “Hwe hwill hold the rats off, with God’s help,” Mother Svetlana continued. Down the hall, gunshots sounded, echoing through the gardens. A nun rushed past, carrying an eye-stinging bucket of lye. Another feeble old woman scuttled past with a huge rifle, gleefully squeaking: Lawks, lawks, I’m just a little old nun!

Impossible!' Mother Svetlana boomed, even more resolute. 'GOD has informed us that none of the trains are running.' 'Did He?' said the Nutcracker. 'That was nice of Him.

When Clara played the piano, it wasn't magic. It didn't charm birds from the sky or pull the sun from the clouds. It didn't stop time or brighten the moon. But it did make people listen. When she played, people stopped. Some even romoved their hats and quietly said, Ah! It wasn't magic. But it was close

Clara was a pianist, which isn’t to say that she couldn’t play the organ. After all, it had keys and they were black and white, too. True, there were four times as many and your feet had to play them as well and there were dozens of stops you had to pull, which each individually made the organ sound like a banshee. It was similar to handing a pianist an accordion, believing they could play it because it had a keyboard on the side. But Clara did know the organ; a little. Sweat prickled on her forehead as she fumbled, her right hand above her left on the swell and great keys. Her booted feet fumbled with the bass keys, sometimes hitting two notes at once, other times the wrong notes, sending sour notes rumbling inside the chapel. The organ groaned and cried like it was in pain. Clara gritted her teeth and continued sight reading the Illumination Sonatina in front of her. It went badly. The unfamiliarity of the piece and the instrument. Clara felt the nuns behind her wincing. The last chord screamed like a broken firework. Nothing magical at all had happened.

Oh, thank you!” said Clara, taking a large bite. The rich, thick patty of chocolate filled her mouth and throat. “You don’t eat it like that!” said Alexei, horrified. “You fold it up in the petals and smell it first, then take one tiny, tiny bite—” “Don’t you dare tell me how to eat a chocolate!” said Clara, turning on him with a newfound energy and a mouthful of chocolate. “I’ve had the longest day of my life! I’ve been attacked by rats, I’ve missed my concert, my whole body is burning, you yelled at me, and I will eat this chocolate however I want to eat it!” Nutcracker, Zizi, and Alexei had all taken a step back. Alexei cleared his throat...and managed to say the exact right thing: “Allow me to get you another chocolate.

I’ve been a child,” said Clara, realizing it aloud. “That’s why I heard A Child’s Dream when I played.” Johann was staring at her. And I’m still in the dream, Clara thought. I’ve played this enchanted sonata and I enchanted myself! And this is what I’ve been dreaming for years—the concert, the dress, the kiss, the duet, Johann. Now, everything that was once my fondest hope... “Isn’t anymore,” Clara finished aloud, to the empty audience chairs. “I’ve let this obsession grow inside me like a rat. But no longer.

On March 28, 1801, his only full-length ballet was premiered, The Creatures of Prometheus. Beethoven also completed one of his most famous and enchanting pieces during this year, his Piano Sonata No. 14, which would come to be known and loved as the Moonlight Sonata.