Quotes from Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Wrath takes hold of you. The trumpet sounds. The graves quake. And your heart Raised From the quietness of ashes Into the torment of flames Quakes.

Must it ever be thus,—that the source of our happiness must also be the fountain of our misery?

a man wholly under the influence of his passions has lost his ability to think rationally, and is regarded as intoxicated or insane.

Always hold fast to the present. Every situation, indeed every moment, is of infinite value, for it is the representative of a whole eternity.

E?er insanlar sürekli geçmi?i hat?rlamak yerine ?u günlerin tad?n? ç?karsalard? bu kadar ac? çekmezlerdi.

The skill to mold the material into what we want must be learned and attentively cultivated.

have been intoxicated more than once, my passions have never been far off insanity, and I have no regrets: because I have come to realize, in my own way, that people have always felt a need to decry the extraordinary men who accomplish great things, things that seemed impossible, as intoxicated and insane

In vain do I stretch out my arms toward her when I awaken in the morning from my weary slumbers. In vain do I seek for her at night in my bed, when some innocent dream has happily deceived me, and placed her near me in the fields, when I have seized her hand and covered it with countless kisses. And when I feel for her in the half confusion of sleep, with the happy sense that she is near, tears flow from my oppressed heart; and, bereft of all comfort, I weep over my future woes.

A volte mi prende qualcosa che non so definire: non è angoscia, non è desiderio, è un ignoto tumulto interno che minaccia di lacerarmi il petto, che mi stringe la gola.

Oh, man is so transient that even where he is really certain of his existence, even where he makes the one true impression of his presence, in the memory, in the soul of his dear ones, even there must he disappear, be extinguished, and that so soon!

Kim hissedebilir ki, Nas?l de?ip durdu?unu ?çimi ?st?rab?n? Zavall? yüre?imin burada ya?ad??? korkuyu, U?runa titredi?i, ne istedi?ini Sadece sen bilirsin, yaln?zca sen! Nereye gidersem gideyim, Ne ac?, ne ac?, ne ac?yor Gö?sümün ?uras?! Ben, ah, yaln?z kal?r kalmaz, A?l?yor, a?l?yor, a?l?yorum, K?r?l?yor içimde kalbim

And show me the man who is ill-tempered and yet is good enough to hide it, to bear it alone, without destroying the joy all around him!

Echa mano de la vida en su totalidad. Todos la viven, pero no muchos la conocen; cuando les asombre, les parecerá interesante.

dingin bir varolu? duygusuna öylesine dal?p gittim ki, sanat?m bundan zararl? ç?k?yor. "

I smile at the suggestions of my heart, and obey its dictates.

La acción es todo, la gloria nada es.

The weak often have revolutionary sentiments; they think they would be well off if they were not ruled, and fail to perceive that they can rule neither themselves nor others.

There's much I know: yet I'd know everything. (600)

Jesus fühlte rein und dachte Nur den Einen Gott im stillen; Wer ihn selbst zum Gotte machte, Kränkte seinen heiligen Willen.

Alexander von] Humboldt showers us with true treasures.

Var! diyebilir misin? Her ?ey gelip geçmiyor mu? Her ?ey, rüzgâr gibi, yan?m?zdan esip uçmuyor mu? Her ?ey.. "

O Wilhelm! the hermit's cell, his sackcloth, and girdle of thorns would be luxury and indulgence compared with what I suffer. Adieu! I see no end to this wretchedness except the grave.

Between the idea and the experience there seems to be a certain gulf fixed; we exert all our strength to cross it, in vain. In spite of this, we strive constantly to overcome this gap by means of reason, understanding, imagination, faith, feeling, madness, and, if nothing else will serve, with absurdity.

Inferior talents do not enjoy art for its own sake; while at work they have nothing before their eyes but the profit they hope to make when they have done. With such worldly views and tendencies, nothing great was ever yet produced.