Quotes from Heinrich Heine

They loved each other, but neither Would venture to speak thereof; They glared at each other like enemies And wanted to die of love.

The real madness probably is not another thing that the wisdom itself that, tired of discovering the shames of the world, has taken the intelligent resolution to become mad

Iron helmets will not save/ Even heroes from the grave/ Good man's blood will drain away/ While the wickid win the day.

It is there, where they burn books, that eventually they burn people.

I have sown Dragon's teeth and reaped only fleas.

I once saw many flowers blooming Upon my way, in indolence I scorned to pick them in my going And passed in proud indifference. Now, when my grave is dug, they taunt me; Now, when I'm sick to death in pain, In mocking torment still they haunt me, Those fragrant blooms of my disdain.

With his nightcaps and the tatters of his dressing-gown he patches up the gaps in the structure of the universe.

But that age … exerts on us An almost terrible charm, Like the memory of things seen And a life lived in dreams.

Where one burns books, there one eventually burns people.

Seriousness shows itself more majestically when laughter leads the way.

When the leeches have sucked enough blood, one simply has to sprinkle some salt on their backs and they fall off – But you, my friend, how can I get rid of you? Your despairing cousin

There, where one burns books, one in the end burns men.

Lieb Liebchen, leg 's Händchen aufs Herze mein; - Ach, hörst du, wie's pochet im Kämmerlein, Da hauset ein Zimmermann schlimm und arg, Der zimmert mir einen Totensarg. Es hämmert und klopfet bei Tag und bei Nacht; Es hat mich schon längst um den Schlaf gebracht. Ach! sputet Euch, Meister Zimmermann, Damit ich balde schlafen kann.

So we keep asking, over and over Until a handful of earth Stops our mouths- But is that an answer?

The weather-cock on the church spire, though made of iron, would soon be broken by the storm-wind if it did not understand the noble art of turning to every wind.

Mark this well, you proud men of action: You are nothing but the unwitting agents of the men of thought who often, in quiet self-effacement, mark out most exactly all your doings in advance.

The arrow belongs not to the archer when it has once left the bow; the word no longer belongs to the speaker when it has once passed his lips.

Aufmunternd sprach ich: »Ihr lieben Leut', Ihr müßt nicht jammern und flennen; Troja war eine bessere Stadt Und mußte doch verbrennen.

When words leave off, music begins.

God will pardon me..that's His line of work. last words of Heinrich Heine

If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found the time to conquer the world.

Like a great poet, nature knows how to produce the greatest effects with the utmost economy of means: nothing but sun, trees, flowers, water, and love. Of course, if the latter is absent from the beholder's heart, the whole landscape will be an unpleasing sight; then the sun is merely so many miles in diameter, and the trees provide good firewood, and the flowers are classified according to the number of their stamens, and the water is wet.

Kalau orang sudah mulai membakar buku-buku, akhirnya mereka akan membakar manusia.

Gott wird mir verzeihen, das ist sein Beruf.