Quotes & Sayings About Puccini

Cold calculation, random spots of color, mathematically exact construction (clearly shown or concealed), drawing that is now silent and now strident ... Is this not form? — Giacomo Puccini

How the stars shone.
How sweet the earth smelled.
The orchard gate creaked,
and a footstep pressed on the sand.
And she entered, fragrant as a flower, and fell into my arms.
Oh, sweet kisses, lingering caresses.
Slowly, trembling, I gazed upon her beauty.
Now my dream of true love is lost forever.
My last hour has flown, and I die, hopeless, and never have I loved life more. — Giacomo Puccini

I felt frustrated by the limitations of rock and the lifestyle of touring around on a bus and playing the same songs over and over. So I went back to school to study music, and one of the things I got into was the Italian opera composer Puccini. — Rivers Cuomo

She's sweet on Wagner.
I think she'd die for Beethoven.
she loves the way Puccini lays down a tune,
and Verdi's always creeping from her room. — Electric Light Orchestra

Art is a kind of illness. — Giacomo Puccini

Without Puccini, there is no opera; without opera, the world is an even drearier place than the evening news would have us think. — William Berger

This is my Italy, she thought. The power and beauty of the antiquities, the detailed frescos, the imposing statuaries carved of milk white granite, Don Martinelli's hammered gold chalice, the glorious tones of the music, the Italy of Puccini and Verdi, Caruso and Toscanini, not the Italy of the shattered spirits in Hoboken and the drunken, desperate Anna Buffa. This was the Italy that fed her soul, where hope was restored and broken hearts were mended in the hands of great artists. — Adriana Trigiani

Elvis Presley and Puccini shall return. — Elvis Costello

Even you, o Princess, in your cold room, watch the stars, that tremble with love and with hope. But my secret is hidden within me, my name no one shall know... — Giacomo Puccini

The music of this opera (Madame Butterfly) was dictated to me by God. I was merely instrumental in getting it on paper and communicating it to the public. — Giacomo Puccini

I drew the last image ever of Opus at midnight while Puccini was playing and I got rather stupid. Thirty years. A bit like saying goodbye to a child - which is ironic because I was never, never sentimental about him as many of his fans were. — Berkeley Breathed

Wagner is the Puccini of music. — J.B. Morton

I had a handful of records, but when I was 11 years old, I liked Puccini as much as Little Richard. They both made sense to me. — Patti Smith

Inspiration is an awakening, a quickening of all man's faculties, and it is manifested in all high artistic achievements. — Giacomo Puccini

I'm working, but there is so much still to be done! And it frightens me to think of my weight of years. But on we go, without fear or hesitation! — Giacomo Puccini

My greatest experiences in the theatre and the most religious experiences in my life - of which going to the opera is one for me - have been with the Romantic composers' repertoire: it's Wagner, it's Strauss, Verdi, Puccini. That era gets me every time. — Rufus Wainwright

I think, she began quietly, I think we want ... not just bread for our bellies. We want more than only bread. We want food for our hearts, our souls. We want- how to say it? We want, you know- Puccini music ... we want for our beautiful children some beauty. She leaned over and kissed the curl on her finger. We want roses ... — Katherine Paterson

See, the night doth enfold us! See, all the world lies sleeping! — Giacomo Puccini

What a rush you're in to show me the last dregs of your vile soul! — Giacomo Puccini

I think I've been influenced by everything I've ever heard. The first thing I ever heard was my grandma, who was an opera singer. The first song I ever learned was the 'Nessun Dorma' from Puccini's 'Turandot.' My father was a big band singer, so I used to hear him walking around the house singing standards all the time. — J. D. Souther

I lived for art, I lived for love — Giacomo Puccini

The work comes into the world at an undetermined hour, from a still unknown, but it comes inevitably. — Giacomo Puccini