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megairea · 6 months
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I was in the land of the moon and I’ve come back, and here you are and you are life.
Erich Maria Remarque, Arch of Triumph (tr. by Walter Sorell & Denver Lindley), 1945
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majestativa · 4 months
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The loveliest night had fallen, a wondrously mild, scented night, so silvery and still as only a poet could have dreamed up.
— Heinrich von Kleist, Selected Prose of Heinrich von Kleist, transl by Peter Wortsman, (2009)
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illustratus · 2 months
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Nótt riding Hrímfaxi by Peter Nicolai Arbo
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derangedrhythms · 2 years
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Then came the blood – so ravishing it made him feel like a god.
Georg Heym, Tales of the German Imagination; from 'The Lunatic', tr. Peter Wortsman
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outstanding-quotes · 2 months
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I don’t think of you. You are always present in my soul.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther
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thelastrenaissance · 13 days
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Little Zaches Called Cinnabar is a 1819 satirical fairytale fantasy novella by Ernst Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann.
"But I know that what gnaws at your heart more than all the poverty, more than all the distress, is your having given birth to that little monster who hangs on you like an evil, sinister burden you must carry throughout life."
Ernst Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann, Little Zaches Called Cinnabar
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malinaa · 8 months
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Ana Menéndez, “Hurricane Stories,” In Cuba I Was a German Shepherd
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carnageandculture · 10 months
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Heinrich Heine Poems and Ballads
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beljar · 1 year
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And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
Friedrich Nietzsche, from Beyond Good and Evil, 1886
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"So," called out K., throwing his arms in the air as if this sudden realisation needed more room, "all of you are working for this organisation, I see now that you are all the very bunch of cheats and liars I've just been speaking about, you've all pressed yourselves in here in order to listen in and snoop on me, you gave the impression of having formed into factions, one of you even applauded me to test me out, and you wanted to learn how to trap an innocent man! Well, I hope you haven't come here for nothing, I hope you've either had some fun from someone who expected you to defend his innocence or else—let go of me or I'll hit you," shouted K. to a quivery old man who had pressed himself especially close to him—"or else that you've actually learned something. And so I wish you good luck in your trade."
— Franz Kafka, The Trial, written between 1914–1915 and published posthumously in 1925
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But you will never know another's heart, unless you are prepared to give yours too.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust, First Part
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megairea · 6 months
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We have our dreams because without them we could not bear the truth.
Erich Maria Remarque, Arch of Triumph (tr. by Walter Sorell & Denver Lindley), 1945
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majestativa · 4 months
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His words overwhelm. His stories suck you into a visceral virtual reality.
— Peter Wortsman, Selected Prose of Heinrich von Kleist, on Heinrich von Kleist, (2009)
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definitely-not-an-alb · 3 months
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One of the reasons I have to write in English over German is that the Fail Better Games/Weather Factory naming conventions have permanently rewired my brain and are objectively amazing and I will not hear otherwise, and they also don't work in German. So English it is
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derangedrhythms · 2 years
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You’re a stranger to me now, and I’ve arrived at the other end of love.
Robert Musil, Tales of the German Imagination; from 'The Blackbird', tr. Peter Wortsman
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outstanding-quotes · 2 months
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—Oh, a man is such a passing thing that even in the place where he has the real certainty of his existence, where he makes the only true impression of his presence, in the remembrance, in the souls of his loved ones, even there he will be extinguished, even from there he will disappear— and before very long.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther
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