Posted by: Silvia
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Love)
A heart that searches, feels fine that something is missing; but a heart that has lost, knows of what it has been deprived.
from the book "" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
A heart that searches, feels fine that something is missing; but a heart that has lost, knows of what it has been deprived.
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.
In the evening I propose myself to enjoy the rising of the sun and the next morning I don't move from my bed; during the day I intend to view the spectacle of the moonlight and then I remain in my room. I don't exactly know why I get up, why I go to bed. I am missing the yeast that keeps my life in ferment; the fascination that kept me awake during the deepest of nights has vanished, the enchantment of mornings that kept me awake has fled.
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.
My heart feels every echoe of time joyful and sad, I proceed amongst joy and pain in solitude.
If it is true that youth is a deficiency, we hastily correct ourselves of it.
The stupid never think that merit and good luck are strongly related to one another.
The extreme of pain, like the extreme of joy, changes the look of things.
Nothing is understood correctly if not that which one loves.