Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes
Human life runs its course in the metamorphosis between receiving and giving.
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We are guilty of many errors and many faults, But our worst crime is abandoning the children, Neglecting the fountain of life. Many of the things we need can wait. The child cannot. Right now is the time his bones are being formed, His blood is being made, And his senses are being developed. To him we cannot answer 'Tomorrow.' His name is 'Today.'
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You hope that the same people are coming back. I love playing with Angela [Bassett]. She's fierce. I met her years and years ago when she was a student at Yale, so to see her do these fierce roles and go on to [be] this powerhouse has just been awesome.
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His hands can't hit what his eyes can't see.
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It is as important to cultivate your silence power as your word power.
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There is no calamity greater than lavish desires. There is no greater guilt than discontent. And there is no greater disaster than greed.
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Respect yourself as well as others; make commitments, not excuses, and make every day a fun day.
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But I do not remember ever having seen a newspaper in the house; and, most certainly, that privation did not render us less industrious, happy, or free.
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I believe the best definition of man is the ungrateful biped.
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Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don't understand.
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Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life... just one. Our life. We have nothing else.
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The potential beauty of human life is constantly made ugly by man's ever-recurring song of retaliation.
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Human life is thus only a perpetual illusion; men deceive and flatter each other. No one speaks of us in our presence as he does of us in our absence. Human society is founded on mutual deceit; few friendships would endure if each knew what his friend said of him in his absence, although he then spoke in sincerity and without passion.
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Knowledge of the truth I may perhaps have attained to; happiness certainly not. What shall I do? Accomplish something in the world, men tell me. Shall I then publish my grief to the world, contribute one more proof for the wretchedness and misery of existence, perhaps discover a new flaw in human life, hitherto unnoticed? I might then reap the rare reward of becoming famous, like the man who discovered the spots on Jupiter. I prefer, however, to keep silent.
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Human life runs its course in the metamorphosis between receiving and giving.
