Carrying on with the conversation like a woman when the bill comes...
They wanted what is possible only once: the now.
Not to know one another to a degree that went beyond all possibility of knowing one another was beautiful.
I know that I'm the happiest of lovers...
Gantenbein faking to his lover he is blind
It is the secret that a man and a woman keep from each other that makes them a couple
He knows that every piece of selfknowledge which one cannot keep to oneself makes one smaller and smaller, he knows that he who cannot keep silent his wishes to be recognized in the greatness of his selfknowledge which is no selfknowledge if it cannot be kept silent, and one becomes hypersensitive one feels betrayed because one wants to be recognized by people, one becomes ridiculous ambitious in inverse ratio to ones selfknowledge
The monstruous paradox that people come closer to one another without words
We nest in an accident whose precarious valance, when we happen to become conscious of it, oppresses yet at the same time inspires us
To a certain degree we are really the person others have seen in us
Time does not change us it just unfolds us
Even silence becomes whether we want it or not a statement that is in fact astoundingly presumptuous
How can we ever judge a human being when he is and he will always be another person
Uniforms ruin every character
'Everything that is human looks like a special case'
Overcoming prejudice: the only possible way through love, which creates no graven images.
The sort of misery that brings no moral reward, misery that is of no value to the mind and soul, that is the true misery, it is hopeless, bestial and nothing else.
To write is to read one's own self
You hold the pen like a needle in a seismic observatory, and in fact it is not we who write, but rather we are written. Writing means to read oneself
A poem, a genuine one, does not need to fear the world; it stands up to it, even when a bell rings and an unexpected guest arrives to tell us, while the same coffee is still in our cups, of his fourteen years in captivity...
What we call unfaithfuless: our attempt for once to get out from behind our own face, our desperate hope of eluding the definitive.
Does not everyone who describes something he has experienced believe basically that whatever happens to him has some sort of relevance.
Half a lifetime is spent with the unspoken question: Will it happen will it not?
Finished things cease to be a shelter for the spirit; but work in progress is a delight
Wer sich nicht mit Politik befaßt, hat die politische Parteinahme, die er sich sparen möchte, bereits vollzogen: er dient der herrschenden Partei.
A person who does not concern himself with politics has already made the political choice he was so anxious to spare himself: he is serving the ruling party.
(Present) it is a culture that strictly ignores present obligations and places itself entirely at the service of eternity
Why there are so many great actresses, so few great woman writers? The erotic urge that lies at the bottom of all art has a feminine and a masculine character. Feminine is the urge to be; masculine the urge to do. Interpretative art always has more of the feminine about it
People with the same education as my own, speaking the same words that I do, loving the same books, the same music, the same paintings, are by no means immune from the danger of turning into monsters and doing things we would not have thought possible among the people of our own day, apart from a few pathological exceptions. If they are not immune, Why should I be so confident of my own immunity?
One can be resolved to promote good, or one can be resolved to be a good person- Two separate things that are mutually exclusive
Your virtuous living is your enemy's best and cheapest weapon
What makes Shakespeare so overwhelming is the way in which the situation (who is confronting whom) is usually itself part of the composition, meaningful already as a situation
Theatrical effectiveness, I believe, lies in it's rarity its uniqueness
Plots- it seems there are thousands of them, all one's acquaintances known some, strangers make a present of them in letters, each the basis for a play or a novel...
That a plot has no real life of it's own; it exists only in it's precipitates. It cannot be distilled but only crystallized- in which form it is then immutable, whether successful or unsuccesful: once and for all
Where the works gives scope for individuality, one sees a blossoming of self respect
A society needs famous people; the question is whom it chooses for that role. Any criticism of its choice is by implication a criticism of that society.
Our guilt has its uses. It justifies much in the lives of others.
Life is boring. I have experiences now only when I am writing.
There are moments when her voice is all he needs.
If on some occasion I happen to read something in it — because, for instance, I neet to know a date — I am always disconcerted to find that two or five years ago I came to exactly the same conclusion, only to forget it because I had not succeded in living up to it; in fact, I had tenaciously been doing the very opposite.
You can lose a woman when you have won her.
The selfknowledge that gradually or abruptly alienates a person from his previous life.