48 Quotes by Ingeborg Bachmann

With the aid of a minute correction - that of the dispersing lens - in a gold frame perched on her nose, Miranda can see into hell.

Miranda doesn't dream, she simply rests. When Miranda's eyes are at ease, her mind is at peace.

My favorite, how did you put it now? Landscapes, animals, plants? Favorite what? Books, music, architecture, painting? I don't have any favorite animals, no favorite mosquitoes, favorite beetles, favorite worms, even with the best will in the world I cannot tell you which birds or fish or predators I prefer, it would also be difficult for me to have to choose much more generally.

I'll worship animals in the night, I'll lay violent hands on the holiest icons, I'll clutch at all lies, I'll grow bestial in my dreams and will allow myself to be slaughtered like a beast.

Ausdruck ist Wahn

A single tear forms, just in the corner of one eye, but it doesn't roll down my cheek; it merely crystallizes in the cold air, it grows and grows into a second giant globe that doesn't want to orbit with the world—it breaks off from the planet and plunges into infinity.

ExilEin Toter bin ich der wandeltgemeldet nirgends mehrunbekannt im Reich des Präfektenüberzählig in den goldenen Städtenund im grünenden Landabgetan lange schonund mit nichts bedachtnur mit Wind mit Zeit und mit Klang!Der ich unter Menschen nicht leben kann!Ich mit der deutschen Sprachedieser Wolke um michdie ich halte als Haustreibe durch alle SprachenO wie sie sich verfinstert!die dunklen die Regentönenur die wenigen fallenIn hellere Zonen trägt dann sie den Toten hinauf

მასთან თუ ვარ, ვჩუმდები, რადგან ყველაზე პატარა სიტყვები: ჰო, ახლავე, ასე, და, მაგრამ, მერე, ვაი! - ძალიან დატვირთულია, ივანისთვის ასმაგი მნიშვნელობით ითქმის, ათასჯერ უფრო მეტი მნიშვნელობა აქვს, ვიდრე სიტყვიერ პაექრობებს, სახალისო ამბებს თუ ანეგდოტებს, რომლებიც ჩემგან მეგობრებს ან სხვა ადამიანებს სმენიათ, და ჟესტებს, კაპრიზებს, მოჩვენებით საქციელებს, რადგან ივანისთვის მოსაჩენებელი არაფერი მაქვს, არაფერს ვაკეთებ თავის მოსაჩვენებლად.

But Beatrix knew very well that there were no jobs, not even the most pitiful office routine - she wasn't even qualified for that - and that no one would allow her to sleep until late in the afternoon because these ill-advised people all around her let themselves be squeezed into schedules; that she would never work, least of all learn a trade, because she had no ambition whatsoever to earn a single shilling, become self-supporting and spend eight hours a day with people who smelled bad.