Quotes from Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Schönheit ist überall ein gar willkommener Gast.

?nsan?n do?as? s?n?rl?d?r," diye devam ettim. "Sevince, kedere, ac?lara ancak belli bir dereceye dek dayanabilir ve o derece a??l?rsa, insan yok olur. Yani söz konusu olan, birinin güçlü ya da zay?f olup olmad??? de?ildir! Kendi ya?ant?s?na ne ölçüde dayanabiliyor, mesele budur!

Beauty is indivisible: he who owns it Destroys it, rather than share a part of it.

I go my way in the world wearing the smile of the dreamer.

Like star that shines afar, slowly now, and without rest, let each man turn with steady sway, around the task that rules the day, and do his best.

Oh God, art is forever, And our life is brief.

With disciplined, with fierce, mute anger, Unconquerable battle lust, O Northern manhood's finest flower, O nonpareil youth of the East, 9790 Who wear the lightning of bright armor, Who break great empires like a reed— You pass, and thunder follows after, The earth shakes underneath your tread.

You seem artful at those pretences, Which flatter common folk and princes.

Those only obtain love who seek it not.

Si notre coeur était toujours ouvert au bien que Dieu nous envoie chaque jour, nous aurions alors assez de force pour supporter le mal quand il se présente.

And thus the lovers lie side by side. Peace hovers about their abode, smiling angelic figures (with whom too they have affinity) look down upon them from the vault above, and what a happy moment it will be when one day they awaken again together.

Oh, oh! You have destroyed the beautiful world.

it hurts me when we can only travel a short stretch on the same road

lo que se toma por inteligencia suele ser vanidad y tontería.

en conciencia, es más fácil el morir que el soportar con valor y firmeza una vida llena de amarguras y padecimientos.

Non, je ne me trompe pas ! je lis dans ses yeux noirs le sincère intérêt qu'elle prend à moi et à mon sort. Oui, je sens, et là-dessus je puis m'en rapporter à mon coeur, je sens qu'elle… Oh ! l'oserai-je ? oserai-je prononcer ce mot qui vaut le ciel ?… Elle m'aime ! Elle m'aime ! combien je me deviens cher à moi-même ! combien… j'ose te le dire à toi, tu m'entendras… combien je m'adore depuis qu'elle m'aime !

Zwei Seelen wohnen, ach! in meiner Brust, Die eine will sich von der andern trennen;

O happy he, who still renews The hope, from Error's deeps to rise forever! That which one does not know, one needs to use; And what one knows, one uses never.

Hast thou, then, nothing more to mention? Com'st ever, thus, with ill intention? Find'st nothing right on earth, eternally? MEPHISTOPHELES No, Lord! I find things, there, still bad as they can be. Man's misery even to pity moves my nature; I've scarce the heart to plague the wretched creature.

Now, to go out into the world and bear The earth's whole pain and joy, all this I dare; To fight with tempests anywhere, And in the grinding shipwreck stand and not despair!

Unhappily, moreover, on such occasions, a multitude of painful discoveries about my own sex were forced upon me; and, in truth, I was then wiser, as a girl of sixteen, than I now am, now that I scarcely understand myself. Why are we so wise when young,—so wise, and ever growing less so?

Time is master: age lies on the sand.

Alas that the friend of my youth* has gone—alas that I ever knew her. I might say to myself, you are a fool, you are searching for something which is not to be found on earth. But I found her, I felt the heart and the generous soul of her in whose presence I felt myself to be more than I was because I was everything I could be.

Reda-mi atunci acele timpuri Cand insumi mai eram in devenire, Cand un izvor nastea fara-ncetare Cantari atatea, de iubire, Cand negura-nvalea taramul Si-un mugur promitea minuni, Cand flori rupeam prin vai o mie Si le-azvarleam dupa lastuni. N-aveam nimic si totusi multe, Placeri gaseam in amagire, Porniri spre adevar inalt. Reda-mi adanca fericire, Reda-mi iubirea, chinul, ura, Cu tinerete laolalt'!