371 Quotes by Stefan Zweig

Ich war durch meine fürchterliche Situation gezwungen, diese Spaltung in ein Ich Schwarz und ein Ich Weiß zumindest zu versuchen, um nicht erdrückt zu werden von dem grauenhaften Nichts um mich.

But you smiled at me and said consolingly, "People come back again.""Yes" I said, "they come back, but then they have forgotten".There must have been something odd, something passionate in the way I said that to you. For you rose to your feet as well and looked at me, affectionately and very surprised. You took me by the shoulders. "What's good is not forgotten; I will not forget you," you said, and as you did so you gazed intently at me as if to memorise my image.

it is precisely from the lowest abysses of despair that the panic cries and groans of those hungry for love ring out most gruesomely.

Todo podría ser aún reparado; sólo desea vivir tranquila y en un ambiente íntimo y natural; no provocar más al destino, ese misterioso adversario cuya fuerza y malignidad comprende ahora por primera vez.Pero precisamente en el momento en que todo en su corazón ansía la calma, el barómetro de la época marca tempestad.

But there, war does not care for predetermination; it also destroys in fury that wich is immaterial, the hopes and expectations (from Requiem for a Hotel /Nekrolog auf ein Hotel,1918)

Forget it all, I told myself, escape into your mind and your work, into the place where you are only your living, breathing self, not a citizen of any state, not a stake in that infernal game, the place where only what reason you have can still work to some reasonable effect in a world gone mad.

Mais ta beauté est si singulière, c'est une bonté ouverte où chacun peut se servir autant que ses mains le lui permettent, elle est si grande, infiniment grande ta bonté, mais pardonne-moi- elle est indolente.

Lorsque j'ouvrais les yeux dans l'obscurité et que je te sentais contre mon flanc, je m'étonnais qu'il n'y eût pas d'étoiles au-dessus de moi, tant le ciel semblait présent.

He felt a kind of bridal expectation, sweet and sensuous yet vaguely mingled with anticipatory fear of its own fulfilment, with the mysterious shiver felt when something endlessly desired suddenly comes physically close to the astonished heart.