Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes
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Blut ist ein ganz besondrer Saft.
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Willst du immer weiterschweifen? Sieh, das Gute liegt so nah.Lerne nur das Glück ergreifen,denn das Glück ist immer da.
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I have often felt a bitter sorrow at the thought of the German people, which is so estimable in the individual and so wretched in the generality. A comparison of the German people with other peoples arouses a painful feeling, which I try to overcome in every possible way.
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The spirits that I summoned upI now can't rid myself of.
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Please send me your last pair of shoes, worn out with dancing as you mentioned in your letter, so that I might have something to press against my heart.
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Wer Wissenschaft und Kunst besitzt, / Hat auch Religion / Wer jene beiden nicht besitzt / Der habe Religion
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'I have found a paper of mine among some others in which I call architecture 'petrified music.' Really there is something in this; the tone of mind produced by architecture approaches the effect of music.'
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The dangers of life are infinite, and among them is safety.
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One is never deceived; one deceives oneself.
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My inheritance how lordly wide and fair; Time is my fair seed-field, to Time I'm heir.
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A distracted existence leads us to no goal.
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Ah, how often I've cursed those foolish pages,That showed my youthful sufferings to everyone!If Werther had been my brother, and I'd killed him,His sad ghost could hardly have persecuted me more.
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Die Liebe herrscht nicht, aber sie bildet; und das ist mehr!
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A joy shared is a joy doubled.
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A man does not mind being blamed for his faults, and being punished for them, and he patiently suffers much for them; but he becomes impatient if he is required to give them up.
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For I have been a man, and that means to have been a fighter.
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You really only know when you know little. Doubt grows with knowledge.
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Every need whose true satisfaction is denied leads by necessity to faith.
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We can't form our children on our own concepts; we must take them and love them as God gives them to us.
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The fate of the architect is the strangest of all. How often he expends his whole soul, his whole heart and passion, to produce buildings into which he himself may never enter.
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Like the star that shines afar, Without haste and without rest, Let each one wheel with steady sway Round the task that rules the day, And do their best.
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All Nine often used to come to me, I mean the Muses:But I ignored them: my girl was in my arms.Now I’ve left my sweetheart: and they’ve left me,And I roll my eyes, seeking a knife or rope.But Heaven is full of gods: You came to aid me:Greetings, Boredom, mother of the Muse.
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One must be something in order to do something.
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Whoever gives himself up to solitude, Ah! he is soon alone.