Quotes About German

The Austrians are brilliant people. They made the world believe that Hitler was a German and Beethoven an Austrian.

At Bayern, I was used to coming out of my box to try and clear up dangerous situations. The World Cup was just another platform, so it gave other people the chance to see me who don't watch German football.

I have eighteen titles in the German language. I had a number one song in 1965.

Although I won many titles on the competition circuit, my first professional audition was in 2015 for the popular German version of 'Strictly Come Dancing', called 'Let's Dance'.

Rokossovsky's Second Belorussian Front had taken Prenzlau, fifty miles to the east. The German army now blew up fuel depots and military bases around Fürstenberg, ready for the final retreat.

I opened a newspaper this morning: a bishop was sounding off about "the shame of the German". Why doesn't anyone write a piece on "the shame of the Englishman"?---the ordinary hard-working Englishman, who since the war has had to watch his property and income vanishing like so much smoke?

Q: What do you call a pissed-off German? A: Sauerkraut.

I grew up on a farm in Pennsylvania, where my parents raised German shepherds - we had about 30 dogs at any given time.

During Christmas time, on German television they show films with three or four episodes, and I quite like the feeling of waiting for the next episode.

The victory of the working people over the exploiters and slave holders is at the same time the victorious struggle for liberation by the German people.

whenever the literary german dives into a sentence, this is the last you are going to see of him till he emerges on the other side of his atlantic with his verb in his mouth.

Never knew before what eternity was made for. It is to give some of us a chance to learn German.

The Germans have an inhuman way of cutting up their verbs. Now a verb has a hard time enough of it in this world when it's all together. It's downright inhuman to split it up. But that's just what those Germans do. They take part of a verb and put it down here, like a stake, and they take the other part of it and put it away over yonder like another stake, and between these two limits they just shovel in German. from Disappearance of Literature

I would rather decline two drinks than one German adjective.

Some German words are so long that they have a perspective.

The Germans have another kind of parenthesis, which they make by splitting a verb in two and putting half of it at the beginning of an exciting chapter and the other half at the end of it. Can any one conceive of anything more confusing than that? These things are called separable verbs. The German grammar is blistered all over with separable verbs; and the wider the two portions of one of them are spread apart, the better the author of the crime is pleased with his performance.

Mein Herz ist voller Dankbarkeit, aber meine Armut an deutschen Worten zwingt mich zu großer Sparsamkeit des Ausdruckes.

it was borne in upon me that I was standing in the awful presence of the Mother of the German Language.

Zanim przyjechaÅ'em [do Niemiec], nie wiedziaÅ'em, po co istnieje wieczno??. Teraz ju? wiem. By niektórym z nas da? szansÄ™ nauczenia siÄ™ niemieckiego. SÄ…dzÄ™, ?e tylko Bóg jest w stanie przeczyta? niemieckÄ… gazetÄ™.

Yes, the sky was now a devastating, home-cooked red. The small German town had been flung apart one more time. Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch them, taste them. Only, they would have scorched your lips. They would have cooked your mouth.

The scrawled words of practice stood magnificently on the wall by the stairs, jagged and childlike and sweet. They looked on as both the hidden Jew and the girl slept, hand to shoulder. They breathed. German and Jewish lungs.

Under the ground, in Munich, Germany, two people stood and spoke in a basement. It sounds like the beginning of a joke: 'There's a Jew and a German standing in a basement, right?...' This, however, was no joke.

Her hair was a close enough brand of German blond, but she had dangerous eyes. Dark brown.

For most of the journey, he made his way through the book,trying never to look up. The words lolled in his mouth as he read them. Strangely, as he turned the pages and progressed through the chapters, it was only two words he ever tasted. Mein Kampf. My struggle- The title, over and over again, as the train prattled on, from one German town to the next. Mein Kampf. Of all the things to save him.