Friends and lovers, in their own words
 

     Clara and Robert Schumann, 1850

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  "I often reproach myself for being dissatisfied. I have a faithful girl, no cares for the next few days, many friends who think of me lovingly, music, poetry, the hope of a wonderful future, and then the firm conviction of your steadfastness, your devotion to me, don't I? And yet! And yet! You know everything, know me and forgive me."
  Robert Schumann, in a letter to Clara, January 2, 1839

  "I must confess to you, my dear husband, that I have never lived such happy days as those just passed, and surely I am the happiest wife on earth."
  Clara Schumann, in their marriage diaries, during the second week of her marriage to Robert, September 20-27, 1840

  "Thank you, too, my dear Johannes, for all your kindness to my Clara. She speaks of it constantly in her letters."
  Robert Schumann, in a letter to Johannes Brahms from the asylum, November 27, 1854

  "How long the separation from your wife seemed to me! I had grown used to her uplifting presence and had spent such a magnificent summer with her. I had grown to admire and love her so much that everything else seemed empty to me and I could only long to see her again."
  Johannes Brahms in a letter to Robert Schumann at the mental asylum in Endenich, November 30, 1854

  "I wish I could write to you as tenderly as I love you and tell you all the good things that I wish you. You are so infinitely dear to me, dearer than I can say."
  Johannes Brahms to Clara Schumann, May 31, 1856

  "No one on whom [my mother's] eyes have rested could have forgotten the tale they told of her true kindness of heart, her benevolence. They searched and understood you at a glance, they 'wrapped you round,' as a dear friend once said. When the conversation turned on art, on noble qualities, on beauties of nature, they looked as though she could see into a world more beautiful than this."
  Eugenie Schumann, Clara's daughter, in her memoirs published in 1927