As if I already had some inkling of my own future fate, I was most moved by those of the people here who had no homeland, or even worse, had not just one but two or three, and privately still did not...
Art can bring us consolation as individuals, he said, but it is powerless against reality.
My husband made my dreams come true, and because he could do that I married him.Then he says softly, as if to himself, But what about love?She heard that. A slight smile comes to her lips.Do you still...
وما من سعادة في مصير إنسان أعظم من أن يكتشف ، وهو في منتصف العمر، أي في سنوات الرجولة الخلاقة، رسالة حياته!
İstedigimiz ve bizi mutlu eden bir hayatı mı yaşıyoruz yoksa istenilen ve çevremizdekileri mutlu eden bir hayatı mı? İnsanların takdirini kazanmak matah bir şey mi? Hata sandıklarımız gerçek birer hat...
İnsanın mutlulukla yaşamış olduğu karaya limandan ayrılan bir gemiden bir kez daha bakması gibi arkasından baktım.
Çok soran insan çok şeyi anlayabilir ancak. Yalnızca çok şeyi anlayan biri adil bir insan olabilir.
The soul cannot remain at peace when the world beyond is in uproar.
Pain is cowardly, it gives way before the overpowering will to live which seems to cling more strongly to our flesh than all the mortal suffering of the spirit.
Des âmes totalement consacrées à l’art lyrique seront-elles encore possibles à notre époque, dans nos nouvelles conditions d’existence qui arrachent les hommes à tout recueillement et les jettent hors...
Tüm dünya yerle bir olurken, insanın kendisi için çalışması bir suç. - Sayfa 12
To be free of customs: Custom clouds the true face of things.
She wanted, out of a kind of mysterious vindictiveness born of despair, to torture us with her torture, to arraign us, the hale and hearty, in the place of God.
Seul le malheur procure une vision large et profonde des réalités de ce monde.
Savaşla ilgili normal ve insancıl bir görüşe sahip olabilmek için tek bir olasılık vardır: savaşın farkında olmak ve savaşı kendileri asla cephede bulunmamış savaş çığırtkanlarından dinlememek.
On the day I lost my passport I discovered, at the age of fifty-eight, that losing one’s native land implies more than parting with a circumscribed area of soil.
Nur wer sorglos in die Zukunft blicken konnte, genoß mit gutem Gefühl die Gegenwart.
Nothing gives so keen an edge to the intelligence as a passionate suspicion.
Nietzsche’s own thoughts gathered around him and with which he was entrapped as by an impenetrable bell glass, a solitude wherein there were no flowers or colours or music or beasts or men, a solitude...
Mon aujourd’hui est si différent de chacun de mes hier, avec mes phases d’ascension et mes chutes, qu’il me semble avoir vécu non pas une existence, mais plusieurs, en tout point dissemblables. Car il...
