Quotes from Thomas Bernhard

She had been busy until two o'clock in the morning, her husband said, serving miners who had already been drunk for several hours and had divided into two hostile groups.

My constant curiosity got in the way of my suicide.

Die einzigen Freunde, die ich habe, sind die Toten, die mir ihre Literatur hinterlassen haben, ich habe keine anderen.

Even if the torment of absence and of pursuing, of advancing one's objective, one's intended continuous improvement of one's intellectual condition, is the greatest torment, and even if the hardship of taking root so far from home, in a so-called foreign country, is the greatest and most depressing of hardships, I shall not return to this state of imbecility and to the imbeciles of Altensam and Austria, he noted.

Eu sunt un gânditor posesiv.Mi-ar fi pl?cut s? cred c? Goya a pictat numai pentru mine,Gogol ÅŸi Goethe au scris numai pentru mine,Bach a compus numai pnetru mine.Cum aceasta este un paralogism,iar pe deasupra ÅŸi o teribil? infamie,sunt în fond mereu nefericit. Chiar dac? citesc o carte,am totuÅŸi sentimentul ÅŸi înÅ£elegerea c? aceasta c?tre mine a fost scris?,numai pentru mine.

we all live at least three different lives, a real one, an imaginary one, and one we are not even aware of ...

Da sam imao razum, kaže Elmer, da sam neprekidno imao razum, kaže on, odavno bih se ubio, ali nisam se ubio, jer nisam neprekidno imao razum.

In the knowledge that nothing at all is certain and that nothing at all is perfect, we should, even with the greatest doubts, begin and continue whatever we have determined to do. If we give up each time even before we have started, we eventually find ourselves in desperation, and finally and ultimately we no longer get out of that desperation and are lost.

La muerte me muerde sencillamente en el alma y me deja tendido.

Sólo he creído siempre estar solo, pero nunca he estado solo... sólo ahora estoy realmente solo...

Tot ce-i la mod? mi-a repugnat întodeauna.Probabil c? suf?r de ceea ce am numit egoism artistic,în privinÅ£a artei vreau totul numai pt mine,vreau s?-l am singur pe Schopenhauer al meu,pe Pascal al meu,pe Novalis al meu ÅŸi pe mult iubitul meu Gogol,vreau s? posed numai eu singur aceste produse de art?,aceste agresiuni artistice geniale,vreau s?-i am eu singur pe Michelangelo,Renoir,Goya.

dem Stumpfsinn sind immer alle nachgelaufen der Geist ist immer mit Füßen getreten worden

Los seres humanos que mueren sin haber conocido su enfermedad, sus enfermedades mortales...

Was die Schriftsteller schreiben ist ja nichts gegen die Wirklichkeit jaja sie schreiben ja daß alles fürchterlich ist daß alles verdorben und verkommen ist daß alles katastrophal ist und daß alles ausweglos ist aber alles das sie schreiben ist nichts gegen die Wirklichkeit die Wirklichkeit ist so schlimm, daß sie nicht beschrieben werden kann noch kein Schriftsteller hat die Wirklichkeit so beschrieben wie sie wirklich ist das ist das Fürchterliche

Wir leben doch immer in der falschen Zeit hat er gesagt wir wollen alle nur in der Vergangenheit leben die haben wir uns so schön eingerichtet die Vergangenheit wie wir wollen kein Mensch will die Zukunft

shaking people up." Finally, art was for both of them not an end in itself but a way of achieving an ascetic renunciation of the world. "Art should be given the chance to phase itself out," Gould

After all, there is nothing but failure. If at least we have the will to fail we make progress, and in everything, in each and everything, we must at least have the will to fail unless we wish to perish at a very early stage, which of course cannot be the intention behind our existence.

De noche a través de Aldrans... nadie... grito, nadie me oye... por miedo converso con el eco que produzco... así, con la voz que me pertenece y que no es oída, nada engendra confianza.

Montañas, resistencias, creadores de decenios destructores... tu expectativa de suicidio que continuamente hace caso omiso de ti.

La verdad es que, durante nuestra vida, sólo tuvimos siempre miedo.

Bizim bitik adam fanatik bir insan, demiÅŸti Glenn bir keresinde, kendi kendine duyduÄŸu ac?ma duygusu ile neredeyse durmadan ölüyor(...)

When we cross the threshold of our fiftieth year we see ourselves as base and spineless, I thought, the question is how long we can stand this condition.

Sav život provedemo u tome da sebe pojmimo i to nam ne uspijeva, pa kako onda povjerovati da možemo pojmiti nešto što najzad nismo mi.

Die Menge ist ja ein Phänomen, das Menschenmengenphänomen, das mich schon immer beschäftigt hat.