As they say, "Melancholy is the happiness of feeling sad". We don't pay attention, to the little things in our lives everyday, to the people around us, the moments we share. We argue, we fight over petty stuff, we move away from everyone. And then some time later we realize the nostalgia, the little things we hated doing, the people we ignored, the moments we took for granted. Those moments were the most beautiful ones. It's always the little things that matter most. Those memories hit us right to the soul. We sob. We wipe those tears and we move on, again and again.. Every human being is hard-wired for connection, wants to feel included, and wants to be loved. Is it so hard for us to be kind to others, to be compassionate, to be empathetic? Why do we feel 'over the moon' when we make someone smile, when we help someone in need, when someone listens to our boring stories? ~ Because that's what makes us Human . So let's be that.

It's so mind-fucking to think that so many people 100 years ago had their own sense of awareness, their own problems, they went through childhood, had friends in elementary school, first crush, first kiss, first heartbreak, first job, read books, walked down streets, looked up at the sky, experienced life in their own way... idk, I can't explain it, but it's trippy. All these lives that are now just a memory somewhere.

There’s something to be said about the way Max Richter can literally hijack your emotions with just a couple of chords on a piano. Seconds in and I felt both nostalgia and melancholy, but for the first time in a little while my mind felt at peace. Max truly is a master of his craft

If this doesn’t play at my funeral, I’m getting out of my coffin.

When I reached 60, I was given money.I bought the full version of Sleep, and have never regretted it. Such achingly painful and beautiful music.

One day we too will become memories, memories that fed with time until they cease to exist

Memories and sadness... forever in the past. A glimpse of what once was so beautiful. Let's enjoy this short time of being alive, for we are the lucky ones.

I listen to this everyday, it takes me to where I want to be.

Deep under the earth, I sail past you and continue to search in vain, Following seams of gold to some imagined centre, Clutching my map and my torch, That I may be ensconced in your eyes, Glittering with the dots and diamonds of whatever waters lie within, I am a seeker, But I've long passed you by, You were right there, Right there.

...1955... a different planet and a country that once was...

Every muscle in my body relaxes when I listen to this music

c’est super apaisant j’aime trop lire avec ça omg

My Brilliant Friend

It makes me sad when i saw max Richter name on the help musicians page in covid-19 crisis, real sad.

The pursuit of happiness . I once dreamt I had left my body and awoke on an Earth where everyone around me ______ no matter which direction I looked , was happy , content . No sign of strain or stress or worry . I was afraid and woke up . Instantly I wished I was there still _____ I wouldn't be afraid the next time . I had the dream before it all blew away .

“I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.”

I believe this to be the soundtrack of my life. Someday when I'm in the great beyond I will watch the movie of my life with this. Thanks max for the wonderful vessel you are.

0.01 seconds into this... I said I am not going to cry. 0.02 seconds bawling like a baby

Heard this for the first time last night as I couldn’t sleep, so I searched on Spotify and found this gem. I’m a drum and bass listener, so this is totally new boundaries as I only stick to one genre.

Love Max Richter. Very talented.

Max Richter makes you smile, cry, reflect. A brilliant composer who can stir so many different emotions. The film is beautiful like a lot of the nice comments made.

Those who wish to never depart this world are the most foolish of all, because they forget that the only thing that makes life worth living is the experiences you share with the people you love. They will not realize this until one by one, they see their friends, family, their love, slip away to a place far beyond our sight. They will know then, and only then, that without love, there is no life. No scientist on all the earth could ever synthesize a friend, a family member, a love. So let the fools and hypocrites worry about wealth and power, for when we enter our heaven, the only riches one can possess is the love they have for other people. The day when they finally slip away, they will be less than the commoner they strangled with their golden chain. Then, the last will be first, the weak made strong, the tired made rested. Then we shall have our vengeance, not of violence or spite, but of compassion and love, for the coldest place of all is a place without you.

For nowhere can a person retire more full of peace and free from care than into his own soul.

Build a fire, drink, smoke and listen to beautiful music while you just think.. Think of whatever.. Enjoy the moment let the gods envy you

"Sometimes I envy the certainty of death. The finality. And I have to drive those thoughts away when I'm weak." ~ Hostiles 2017

Max Ritcher, your career is a work of art. Thank You.

This is music to look into the eyes of your love and show your silent emotion and share this piece. What Joy 💜💜💜

one of the best albums ever made

I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough. Thank you for the memories; the good ones and the bad. I enjoyed every moment, but now I must say goodnight. Saying goodbye means we won't meet again, but meet again we shall. In that place in the clouds, where all you have ever loved is waiting with arms wide. Goodnight, my love. Rest your weary head and know that the stars were created for you. Every moment in history, every recorded event ever lead up to this. Now. In this moment, you can do anything. The universe is out there, and you can see it all, even when I'm not by your side. It'll be tough for a while, but soon you'll find another galaxy, and the pain will be forgotten. I'll be forgotten. But that's ok. I'll keep my distance, and hold onto the memories we never had...

This is absolute brilliance!

Max did it again. I'm crying. Again.

All those lives long gone, enjoing the same sunlight as us, smelling the same stone and asphalt as us, happy at the sight of a lost coin just like us, hoping for calm and comforting evenings as us, blank-eyed late nights for the very same reasons as us, sharing the same pointless desires as us, pursuing the same unneccasary and useless goals as us.

They existed while we were gone. now we exist, they do not exist.

Beautiful

This is truly a tear-jerker. This collection of "Dreams" is quite beautiful.

“If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. As it is, the quickest of us walk about well wadded with stupidity.”

I am the Beginning and the End. All in between is withered away and has already gone. Only Love remains.

Allmächtiger Vater, Erlöse mein Schicksal jetzt. Danke! Danke! Danke. Amen.

In our hearts we ache

Richard Brautigan's last published novel before his suicide in 1984 was "So the Wind Won't Blow It All Away".

Это шедевр...

The motion pictures look like they were made in mid- to late-30s. I watched this twice. The Empire State Bldg was completed around 1931. I was born ten years later. I have a childhood feel of the technology and culture of the time. Note how the movie-maker emphasised the tallest building in the world--at the time. Prohibition was ended Dec 1933. Note hints in the movie that alcohol was being legally brewed, and liquor was being legally sold. The dress, hair style, cars, clothing, the quality of the film itself strongly suggests pre-WWII.

This is bliss

elevated music

Write your books to this. I know i wrote at least half of my nearly finished one to max richter in general. Just make sure to also try reading it WITHOUT the music. Sometimes the background is so beautiful, it makes you think your prose is better than it actually is. Your reader won't have the benefit of a soundtrack. But it sure helps to get you there. Well at least if you're writing something that requires emotion.

Lovely.

Mi ripromettevo - negli altri ascolti di Max Richter - di lasciare un commento, a testimonianza della mia gratitudine e del mio apprezzamento. Ma, ogni volta, desistevo. Come se non ne valesse la pena... Stamane ho scoperto che ne vale sempre la pena. Come ha sempre valore ogni azione, ogni sentimento, ogni pensiero, ogni dolore della nostra vita. Grazie Max! e auguri di ogni bene a tutte/i.

beautiful - thanks for sharing

i love you so much my angel

I use this music when my sleeping environment is noisy or when I experience insomnia. It works well for me.

People had some really deep thought provoking words to say on this page,now it's my turn. I shall share my wisdom in the form of a poem: Here I sit all lonely hearted, came to shit but only farted, yesterday I took a chance, saved a dime but shit my pants. Thank you.

When you ask Alexa "play sleep music" and find the song the next day lol

There is that " Sarte" feeling of Max Richter's piano playing .

Sends me to sleep feeling alive.

Thank you

Masterpiece.

♥♥♥

Only love remains

Good nihilistic video.....

BEAUTIFUL!!!

I❤️U

this video is the closest thing to time travel. I turn it on and suddenly I feel as though I'm on my way home from work looking out the train window and thinking nothing strange about it.

“Behind every image, something has disappeared. And that is the source of its fascination,” writes French theorist Jean Baudrillard in Why Hasn’t Everything Already Disappeared? In this, one of the last texts written before his death in March 2007, Baudrillard meditates poignantly on the question of disappearance. Throughout, he weaves an intricate set of variations on his theme, ranging from the potential disappearance of humanity as a result of the fulfillment of its goal of world mastery to the vanishing of reality due to the continual transmutation of the real into the virtual. Along the way, he takes in the more conventional question of the philosophical “subject,” whose disappearance has, in his view, been caused by a “pulverization of consciousness into all the interstices of reality.” in Why Hasn't Everything Already Disappeared? by Jean Baudrillard (Author), Alain Willaume (Photographer), Chris Turner (Translator) Publisher: Seagull Books (November 15, 2009)

Красиво

Normal People

vanity of vanities; all is vanity

Magnetic and vitalizing version of Spiegel im Spiegel

Woow!

💙💚

It's eerily reminiscent of chopin's funeral march

👍

What is that film of the music? Is it a film recorded before some catastrophic events?

Beware the feline! They say cats don't love, And their meowing is subtle manipulation. When I came across an anabandoned kitten, I fed it, and didn't have a second thought. No further expectations. But when I closed the door on her, she wailed. Even after I fed her, she didn't want to be alone. It felt sublime, I could tell she missed her mother. She wanted something beyond survival. She wanted to rub herself against another being. She wanted warmth, not just of the sun, the warmth of intimacy! She wanted to fiddle around with my hands that fidgeted unpredictably. Not with objects, they are predictable. Consciousness is not, playfulness is not. And she wanted a piece of that. Even if, even if she was just a furry ball of primitive instincts incapable of love, She still is love. For she can evoke it from deep within me. To love is to create, a ripple out of the ordinary. Maybe she couldn't do it herself, but she can trigger it within me. That's probably all that's needed in a connection.

I know I did mistake,i don't know if you really loved me or not.But i liked you for whatever you were. I DIDN'T Wanted to hurt you but you never let me correct it. i told you what I felt.But you ignored me. Not a single day went without thinking about you. I never wanted leave you but it was hard for me to get over you that's why i m not social media much too. I m letting you

Don’t listen to this music while driving

Everything is one.

☺☺☺☺☺☺

i'm such a burden, i wish i could die

Father s kolbe preaching

Death by nostalgia kidz

اعلام مهي اصظام. لكن هذايهي هي ال حقيقه. هنا مذارست الحية. .

Mellow as fuck

Hi

Carpe Diem Tempus Fuggit

q( ^-^)p OBRIGADO POR LER O MEU COMENTÁRIO😊

BSO del coronavirus

Jesus Saves - 4.04 ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin.’ dress for the Marriage -16.20 "God is Light." -16.54 ...don't walk into the Night. -18.01 It's amazing how you can see eternity when you look at the past. We are all already gone.

we life, die, and to be forgotten. 😂😂😂

This is not Max Richter: Release date: 1955 (USA) Director: Carson Davidson Music composed by: Joseph Haydn Producer: Carson Davidson Cast: Dorothea Beckwith, Ann Kaufman, Osmond Beckwith, Tom Carroll, Robert Fleury, Bob Larkin, Joseph Tul Nominations: Academy Award for Best Short Subject, One-reel

I haven't gone anywhere I'm not going to allow al these stories to take my time and life up. So I check in on you from time to time but I being hatefully toward me is not the becoming. If feed into it then I be come consumed by it. I'm going to Focus on me right now you al,let broke me but I still have the fight in me to over come and adapt. Nothing and no one can have power of me for I am who I am it's time to learn who the fuck I am. I don't care if you set and watch or not. No one is worth my life. I will choose who stays and who goes. Right now it's just me it need to be just me. Seems like the ones that love u most just want to put up in the ground. Good thing it not way bc I decide my nextchapter. You and no one else has any say in that. I know where I'm at and what I'm doing is just depressing. This is the hardes fight I'm scared to do it alone been hold on the you as a safety net. Now it's just me and myself either I go get help or I start a new page. Called d.a.r.s. Got forward 4 times to just leave a message. I'm broken but I'll heal back to 100% I've done this before I can do this again. And David I love u bro but if things rent going to be the same I can't be around it. It has nothing to do with you. Your my best friend it hurts just as much. I when I turn myself back to a Man U never knewn and crystal has never knewn what miss Lisa said about jake the clean jake. He bring smiles to ppls faces not anger in there heart. Look around I'm the one smiling

And they are all dead....

Repetitive piano note playing in music has been around for a while. This is an obvious ripoff of this 1998 classic titled "Father Kolbe's Preaching" from the "The Truman Show" soundtrack - kzfaq.info/get/bejne/gbt4l8-qmbypo5c.html Plagurism is a crime!

Let's just be honest who just searched up dream (Minecraft) and accidentally typed one and saw this

WTF?

It's all so tiresome...

It's so mind-fucking to think that so many people 100 years ago had their own sense of awareness, their own problems, they went through childhood, had friends in elementary school, first crush, first kiss, first heartbreak, first job, read books, walked down streets, looked up at the sky, experienced life in their own way... idk, I can't explain it, but it's trippy. All these lives that are now just a memory somewhere.