Posted by: Silvia
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Moods)
The extreme of pain, like the extreme of joy, changes the look of things.
from the book "" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The extreme of pain, like the extreme of joy, changes the look of things.
She jumped into the boat and rowed out on the lake, to then take out a travel book, letting herself be lulled by the movement of the waves, she read, she dreamt herself far away, in foreign lands where she always found her friend, to whose heart she had always remained close, as he was to hers.
A heart that searches, feels fine that something is missing; but a heart that has lost, knows of what it has been deprived.
Oh this emptiness! This terrible emptiness I feel here in my chest!... I often think, if I could squeeze it, just once squeeze it to my heart, how much emptiness would be filled up.
Part of that Power, not understood,
Which always wills the Bad, and always works the Good.
It is not enough to take steps which may some day lead to a goal; each step must be itself a goal and a step likewise.
The stupidest of mistakes is when some young and good heads believe to lose their novelty by recognising a truth which had already been recognised by others.
Some men think about the defects of their friends, and there is nothing to be gained by it. What people commonly call Fate is, as a general rule, nothing but their own stupid and foolish conduct.I have always paid attention to the merits of my enemies, and found it an advantage.
Either you have hopes of obtaining Charlotte, or you have none. Well, in the first case, pursue your course, and press on to the fulfilment of your wishes. In the second, be a man, and shake off a miserable passion, which will enervate and destroy you.
Many a man knocks about on the wall with his hammer, and believes that he hits the right nail on the head every time.