Quotes from Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Eres, al fin y al cabo, lo que eres. Aunque te pongas una peluca con miles de rizos, aunque te pongas tacones de un codo de altura, seguirás siendo lo que eres.

Wir sind gewohnt, daß die Menschen verhöhnen, Was sie nicht verstehn.

Bazen akl?m alm?yor; onu yaln?zca ben, hem de öylesine içten, öylesine dolu dolu severken, ondan ba?ka hiçbir ?ey görmez, bilmezken, ondan ba?ka hiçbir varl???m yokken, nas?l olur da onu bir ba?kas? da sever, sevebilir?

He could not deny that the beauty, the youth, the gracefulness, of the countess had made some impression on him: but his nature was entirely averse to all empty gallantry, and his principles forbade any thought of more serious enterprises; so that his perplexity at this moment was in truth extreme. The fear of displeasing the countess, and that of pleasing her too well, were equally busy in his mind.

Is he only happy before he has acquired his reason, or after he has lost it?

Dünyada hâlâ bir de?er ta??yan topu topu birkaç ?ey hakk?nda hiçbir anlay?? ve duyarl?l??a sahip olmayan insanlar?n bulunmas? beni ç?ld?rtacak, Wilhelm.

Wie oft lull' ich mein empörtes Blut zur Ruhe, denn so ungleich, so unstet hast du nichts gesehn als dieses Herz.

L'Eglise a un bon estomac, elle a dévoré des pays entiers sans jamais cependant avoir d'indigestion. L'Eglise seule, mes chères dames, peut digérer un bien mal acquis.

Ah, bu bo?luk! Gö?sümdeki bu korkunç bo?luk! Yaln?zca bir kez, yaln?zca bir kez yüre?ime bast?rabilsem onu. — Bu bo?lu?un doldurulabilece?ini dü?ünüyorum ço?u zaman.

You only keep a watch on those who cause you suffering. If you want to remain unknown to the world, all that's needed is not to hurt anyone.

las aflicciones de los hombres serían menores si no se empeñasen con tanta imaginación (¡Dios sabrá por qué los ha hecho así!) en rememorar los males pasados en lugar de soportar un presente anodino.

Even the prudent and the good have before now hesitated to explain their mutual differences, and have dwelt in silence upon their imaginary grievances, until circumstances have become so entangled, that in that critical juncture, when a calm explanation would have saved all parties, an understanding was impossible.

der Mensch ist dem Menschen das Interessanteste und sollte ihn vielleicht ganz allein interessieren. Alles andere, was uns umgibt, ist entweder nur Element, in dem wir leben, oder Werkzeug, dessen wir uns bedienen. Je mehr wir uns dabei aufhalten, je mehr wir daraf merken und teil daran nehmen, desto schwaecher wird das Gefuehl unsers eignen Wertes und das Gefuehl der Gesellschaft.

È una cosa monotona, il genere umano. I più impiegano la maggior parte del tempo per vivere, e quel poco di libertà che rimane loro li spaventa a tal punto da indurli a cercare tutti i mezzi per sbarazzarsene. Ah, la sorte dell'uomo.

No nation gains the power of judgment except it can pass judgment on itself. But to attain this great privilege takes a very long time.

We steal along like a snail in its shell - These women outfront instead; And that's because, on the way to Hell, The woman's a thousand steps ahead. That isn't quite the way to take it: She needs a thousand steps to make it - But no matter how fast she covers the ground, The man arrives in a single bound.

Dobbiamo dunque dar sempre una forma artificiale ai fenomeni naturali, per poter sentirci partecipi del loro accadersi.

Man is born not to solve the problems of the universe, but to find out where the problem begins, and then to restrain himself within the limits of the comprehensible.

Piety is not an end, but a means: a means of attaining the highest culture by the purest tranquility of soul. Hence it may be observed that those who set up piety as an end and object are mostly hypocrites.

Kennst du das Land, wo die Zitronen blühen?

Sono felice e soddisfatto, e dunque un pessimo narratore.

I think of you when upon the sea the sun flings her beams. I think of you when the moonlight shines in silvery streams. I see you when upon the distant hills the dust awakes; At night when on a fragile bridge the traveler quakes. I hear you when the blows rise on high, with murmur deep. To tread the silent grove where wander I, When all's asleep.

Wilhelm, che cos'è per il nostro cuore il mondo senza l'amore? È una lanterna magica senza luce.

Che voialtri, parlando di una cosa dobbiate subito dire: questo è folle e questo è ragionevole, questo è bene e questo è male! Ha forse un senso tutto ciò? Con ciò avete forse indagato i movimenti interiori di un'azione? Sapete forse determinare esattamente le cause per cui è stata compiuta, per cui doveva essere compiuta? Se così fosse, non sareste tanto sbrigativi nei vostri giudizi.