Quotes from Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I love those who yearn for the impossible.

Enjoy when you can, and endure when you must.

All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own.

Nothing is worth more than this day.

The greatest thing in this world is not so much where we stand as in what direction we are moving.

The person born with a talent they are meant to use will find their greatest happiness in using it.

Who are you then?" "I am part of that power which eternally wills evil and eternally works good.

We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.

The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.

Music is liquid architecture; Architecture is frozen music.

We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise, we harden.

Those who know nothing of foreign languages know nothing of their own.

No one is willing to believe that adults too, like children, wander about this earth in a daze and, like children, do not know where they come from or where they are going, act as rarely as they do according to genuine motives, and are as thoroughly governed as they are by biscuits and cake and the rod.

Age does not make us childish, as some say; it finds us true children.

There is strong shadow where there is much light.

We are our own devils; we drive ourselves out of our Edens.

Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully, grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!

Divide and rule, a sound motto. Unite and lead, a better one.

This is the true measure of love: when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

God help us -- for art is long, and life so short.

Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished.

All theory is gray, my friend. But forever green is the tree of life.

It's true that nothing in this world makes us so necessary to others as the affection we have for them.

Is this the destiny of man? Is he only happy before he has acquired his reason or after he has lost it?