Quotes from Stefan Zweig

I saw how the idea, still colourless, nothing but pure and flowing heat, streamed from the furnace of his impulsive excitement like the molten metal to make a bell, then gradually, as it cooled, took shape, I saw how that shape rounded out powerfully and revealed itself, until at last the words rang from it and gave human language to poetic feeling, just as the clapper gives the bell its sound.

La máquina de 1792, la guillotina, inventada para suprimir toda resistncia contra el Estado, es una herramienta torpe comparada con la maquinaria policíaca, combinada y refinada por la superioridad espiritual del José Fouché de 1799.

The newspapers recommended preparations which hastened the growth of the beard, and twenty-four- and twenty-five-year-old doctors, who had just finished their examinations, wore mighty beards and gold spectacles even if their eyes did not need them, so that they could make an impression of "experience" upon their first patients.

Ah, canl?l???m her zaman vard? elbette, sadece yaÅŸamaya cesaret edememiÅŸtim, kendimi boÄŸazlam?? ve kendimden gizlemiÅŸtim; fakat ÅŸimdi bütün o bask? alt?ndaki güç patlam??t?, yaÅŸam denen o zenginlik, o tarifsiz kuvvet bana galip gelmiÅŸti.

his jest implies: "Anybody who wants to be a real musician must be able to set even a menu to music.

Books are my kingdom. And here I seek to reign as absolute lord.

playing chess against oneself is thus as paradoxical as jumping over one's own shadow.

Kad?nlar genel olarak, içlerindeki kendini verme arzusu ne kadar yak?c? olursa olsun, bu haz?r oluÅŸ durumunu inkar etmek, ürkmüÅŸ gibi yapmak veya yalanlar, yeminler ve vaatler arac?l???yla önce yat??t?r?lmas? gereken bir öfkeyi oynamak al??kanl???ndad?rlar.

Not one of the European rulers would put himself about in the attempt to save Marie Antoinette, so that Mercy scornfully declared: "They would not have tried to save her even if they had with their own eyes seen her mounting the steps to the guillotine.

And it is only delusion, and not knowledge, that bestows happiness.

Mais maintenant, brutalement sortie de ce tumulte, je voulais encore une fois revivre, pour en jouir rétrospectivement, bribe par bribe, ces émotions fugitives, grâce à cette façon magique de se tromper soi-même que nous appelons le souvenir...À vrai dire, ce sont là des choses que l'on comprend ou que l'on ne comprend pas. Peut-être faut-il avoir un cÅ"ur brûlant, pour les concevoir.

Nun erst lebte die Stadt, die mich so fremd, so sinnlos umbraust hatte, nun erst lebte ich wieder, das ich Dich nahe ahnte, Dich, meinen ewigen Traum.

For only he who lives his life as a mystery is truly alive.

her bir ayr?nt?y? s?? bellekten deÄŸil de, sadece yürekten gelebilecek bir berrakl?kla görebiliyorum.

Un pressentiment vague et fiévreux mêlait un frisson de volupté à l'anxiété d'Edgar.

Ä°çinde hâlâ ac?yan bir yer vard?, ama iyi ÅŸeyler vaat eden bir ac?yd? bu, tamamen kapanmadan önce kabuk tutarken yanan yaralar gibi s?cak, ama yumuÅŸak bir ac?.

Innen tat noch leise etwas weh, aber es war ein verheißender Schmerz, glühend und doch so wie Wunden brennen, ehe sie für immer vernarben wollen.

Perhaps only those who are strangers to passion know such sudden outbursts of emotion in their few passionate moments, moments of emotion like an avalanche or a hurricane; whole years fall from one's own breast with the fury of powers left unused.

One can run away from anything but oneself

The Minister-President or the richest magnate could walk the streets of Vienna without anyone turning around, but a court actor or an opera singer was recognized by every salesgirl and every cabdriver.

That is to say, I went in search of every moment I had spent with him. ..." "...just to relive the past once more, only once more. .....,retracing our path, so that every word and gesture would revive in my mind again.

pain is cowardly, it gives way before the overpowering will to live which seems to cling more strongly to our flesh than all the mortal suffering of the spirit."..

N'aie pas peur de mes paroles: une morte ne veut plus rien, elle ne veut ni amour, ni pitié, ni réconfort.

For a society is always most cruel to those who disclose and reveal its secrets, when through dishonesty society itself has outraged Nature.