Стефан Цвейг цитаты

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„Книга — это памятник ушедшим в вечность умам. Это история, в которой жизнь течет, как кровь по венам. Это альфа и омега всякого знания, это начало начал каждой науки. Книга — это немой учитель человека.“

„Каждая тень, в конечном счете, тоже дитя света, и лишь тот, кто познал светлое и темное, войну и мир, подъем и падение, лишь тот действительно жил.“

„Сомнение — это злейший враг человеческого знания.“

„Решающие силы — судьба и смерть — редко подступают к человеку без предупреждения.“

„Как в политике одно меткое слово, одна острота часто воздействует решительнее целой демосфеновской речи, так и в литературе миниатюры зачастую живут дольше толстых романов.“

„Пафос позы не служит признаком величия; тот, кто нуждается в позах, обманчив… Будьте осторожны с живописными людьми.“

„Гений человека всегда одновременно и его рок.“

„… человек ощущает смысл и цель собственной жизни, лишь когда сознает, что нужен другим.“

„К основным тайнам стыда надо отнести свойство человека охотнее обнажать самое ужасное и самое отвратительное, чем ничтожнейшую черточку характера, выставляющую его в смешном виде.Спрятаться за раскаянием, умалчивать, признаваясь, - это самый ловкий, самый лживый трюк самообмана в самоизображении.“

„Лишь когда в человеке взыграют его душевные силы, он истинно жив для себя и для других; только когда его душа раскалена и пылает, становится она зримым образом.“

„Жизнь ничего не дает бесплатно, и всему, что преподносится судьбой, тайно определена своя цена.“

„После шестидесяти требуются особые силы, чтобы начинать жизнь заново. Мои же силы истощены годами скитаний вдали от родины. К тому же я думаю, что лучше сейчас, с поднятой головой, поставить точку в существовании, главной радостью которого была интеллектуальная работа, а высшей ценностью – личная свобода. Я приветствую всех своих друзей. Пусть они увидят зарю после долгой ночи! А я слишком нетерпелив и ухожу раньше них.“

„В опьянении чувств … она может в кратчайший миг узнать жизнь во всей полноте. чтобы потом, отрешившись от страсти, снова впасть в пустоту бесконечных лет.“

„Увы, дорогой Гофмиллер, верхние этажи всегда оказываются занятыми. Кто хочет начинать в цивильной жизни сначала, должен устраиваться внизу, и даже в подвале, где пахнет не розами, а кое-чем похуже.“

„Когда между собакой и кошкой вдруг возникает дружба, то это ни что иное, как союз против повара.“

„Кто хоть однажды был искренен с собою, тот стал искренним навсегда!“

„Самая высокая, самая чистая идея становится низкой и ничтожной, как только она дает мелкой личности власть совершать ее именем бесчеловечное.“

„Тот, кому дорога истина, не станет полагаться на вынужденные показания как на заслуживающие доверия.“

„Всегда, прежде чем может быть возведено что-то новое, должен быть поколеблен авторитет уже существующего.“

„… всякий, кто принимает участие в чужой судьбе, уже не может с полной свободой распоряжаться своею собственной.“

„Нет вражды страшнее, чем та, которая возникает, когда сходное борется со сходным, побуждаемое одинаковыми стремлениями и одинаковой силой.“

„Но ведь всё услышанное и прочитанное скользит мимо, не оставляя следов, и только пережитое самим тобою открывает сердцу истинную природу чувства.“

„Такова уж природа человека, что, оказавшись между двумя лагерями, двумя идеями, спорящими, быть или не быть, он не может устоять перед соблазном примкнуть к той или другой стороне, признать одну правой, а другую неправой, обвинить одну и воздать хвалу другой.“

„Все запутанное по самой природе своей тяготеет к ясности, а все тёмное — к свету.“

„Чем добросовестнее изучаешь источники, тем с большей грустью убеждаешься в сомнительности всякого исторического свидетельства … ни тщательно удостоверенная давность документа, ни его архивная подлинность еще не гарантируют его надежности и человеческой правдивости.“

„Только благодаря страсти, убившей в ней все человеческое, имя ее еще и сегодня живет в стихах и спорах.“

„Состариться — значит избавиться от страха перед прошлым.“

„Нет более безнадёжного занятия, чем рисовать пустоту, нет ничего труднее, чем живописать однообразие.“

„Книга есть альфа и омега всякого знания, начало начал каждой науки.“

“Anger makes one not only malign but sharp-sighted.”

“The organic fundamental error of humanism was that it desired to educate the common people (on whom it looked down) from its lofty stance instead of trying to understand them and to learn from them.”

“But it is the way of youth that each fresh piece of knowledge of life should go to its head, and that once uplifted by an emotion it can never have enough of it.”

“Gratitude fills us with rejoicing, for it so rarely finds frank expression; delicacy of feeling warms our hearts.”

“The avaricious are thrifty with time as well as money.”

“Hairdressers are professional gossips; when only the hands are busy, the tongue is seldom still.”

“In the end one needs forbearance to get by in this world.”

“And I said to myself: From now on help anyone and everyone so far as it lies within your power. Cease to be apathetic, indifferent! Exalt yourself by devoting yourself to others, enrich yourself by making everyone's destiny your own, by enduring and understanding every facet of human suffering through your pity. And my heart, astonished at its own workings, quivered with gratitude to the sick girl whom I had hurt unwittingly and who, through her suffering, had taught me the creative magic of pity.”

“He who is himself crossed in love is able from time to time to master his passion, for he is not the creature but the creator of his own misery; and if a lover is unable to control his passion, he at least knows that he is himself to blame for his sufferings. But he who is loved without reciprocating that love is lost beyond redemption, for it is not in his power to set a limit to that other's passion, to keep it within bounds, and the strongest will is reduced to impotence in the face of another's desire. Perhaps only a man can realize to the full the tragedy of such an undesired relationships; for him alone the necessity to resist t is at once martyrdom and guilt. For when a woman resists an unwelcome passion, she is obeying to the full the law of her sex; the initial gesture of refusal is, so to speak, a primordial instinct in every female, and even if she rejects the most ardent passion she cannot be called inhuman. But how disastrous it is when fate upsets the balance, when a woman so far overcomes her natural modesty as to disclose her passion to a man, when, without the certainty of its being reciprocated, she offers her love, and he, the wooed, remains cold and on the defensive! An insoluble tangle this, always; for not to return a woman's love is to shatter her pride, to violate her modesty. The man who rejects a woman's advances is bound to wound her in her noblest feelings. In vain, then, all the tenderness with which he extricates himself, useless all his polite, evasive phrases, insulting all his offers of mere friendship, once she has revealed her weakness! His resistance inevitably becomes cruelty, and in rejecting a woman's love he takes a load of guild upon his conscience, guiltless though he may be. Abominable fetters that can never be cast off! Only a moment ago you felt free, you belonged to yourself and were in debt to no one, and now suddenly you find yourself pursued, hemmed in, prey and object of the unwelcome desires of another. Shaken to the depths of your soul, you know that day and night someone is waiting for you, thinking of you, longing and sighing for you - a woman, a stranger. She wants, she demands, she desires you with every fibre of her being, with her body, with her blood. She wants your hands, your hair, your lips, your manhood, your night and your day, your emotions, your senses, and all your thought and dreams. She wants to share everything with you, to take everything from you, and to draw it in with her breath. Henceforth, day and night, whether you are awake or asleep, there is somewhere in the world a being who is feverish and wakeful and who waits for you, and you are the centre of her waking and her dreaming. It is in vain that you try not to think of her, of her who thinks always of you, in vain that you seek to escape, for you no longer dwell in yourself, but in her. Of a sudden a stranger bears your image within her as though she were a moving mirror - no, not a mirror, for that merely drinks in your image when you offer yourself willingly to it, whereas she, the woman, this stranger who loves you, she has absorbed you into her very blood. She carries you always within her, carries you about with her, no mater whither you may flee. Always you are imprisoned, held prisoner, somewhere else, in some other person, no longer yourself, no longer free and lighthearted and guiltless, but always hunted, always under an obligation, always conscious of this "thinking-of-you" as if it were a steady devouring flame. Full of hate, full of fear, you have to endure this yearning on the part of another, who suffers on your account; and I now know that it is the most senseless, the most inescapable, affliction that can befall a man to be loved against his will - torment of torments, and a burden of guilt where there is no guilt.”

“Whatever a woman's reason may say, her feelings tell her the truth.”

“Everywhere soldiering entails the same busily empty monotony; hour after hour is mapped out in accordance with inflexible, antediluvian regulations, and even one's leisure does not seem to offer much in the way of variety. In the officers' mess the same faces, the same conversation; at the cafe the same games of cards and billiards.”

“He looked at her again, now with the vague abject shyness that older men often have with young women, as though asking their indulgence for no longer being young.”

“There is nothing that so raises a young man's self-esteem, that so contributes to the formation of his character as for him to find himself unexpectedly confronted with a task which he has to accomplish entirely on his own initiative and by his own efforts.”

“The union of opposites, in so far as they are really complementary, always results in the most perfect harmony; and the seemingly incongruous is often the most natural.”

“Only ambition is fired by the coincidences of success and easy accomplishment but nothing is quite as splendidly uplifting to the heart as the defeat of a human being who battles against the invincible superiority of fate. This is always the most grandiose of all tragedies, one sometimes created by a dramatist but created thousands of times by life.”

“When one does another person an injustice, in some mysterious way it does one good to discover (or to persuade oneself) that the injured party has also behaved badly or unfairly in some little matter or other; it is always a relief to the conscience if one can apportion some measure of guilt to the person one has betrayed.”

“Something indefinite is always worse than something definite, a strong fear that doesn't last very long is easier than one that's nebulous but doesn't go away.”

“There is no understanding of the past without personal experience, without reliving it in imagination. A word is nothing unless it has values and an atmosphere, unless you grasp its historical significance.”

“Once shame touches your being at any point, even the most distant nerve is implicated, whether you know it or not; any fleeting encounter or random thought will rake up the anguish and add to it.”

“Our decisions are to a much greater extent dependent on our desire to conform to the standards of our class and environment than we are inclined to admit. A considerable proportion of our reasoning is merely an automatic function, so to speak, of influences and impressions which have become part of us, and anyone who has been brought up from childhood in the stern school of military discipline is particularly apt to succumb to the hypnotic and compulsive force exercised by an order of word of command; a force which is logically entirely incomprehensible and which irresistibly undermines his will. In the straitjacket of a uniform, even though fully aware of their absurdity, an officer will carry out his instructions lie a sleep-walker, unresistingly and almost unconsciously.”

“The heart is able to bury deep and well what is urgently desires to forget.”

“For one who is having no personal experience, the passionate disquiet of others is at any rate a titillation of the nerves, like seeing a play or listening to music.”

“When a man has a passion for a woman, and when that passion is of such a nature that he regards her with reverent admiration as an image of purity, none the less, in the unconscious, his desires turn towards bodily fulfillment, none the less the goal of physical possession is prefigured in the deepest recesses of his imagination. But when the passion is confined to the realm of the spirit, and, in that realm, is a man's passion for a man, how can it seek fulfillment? Unrestingly, the fancy wanders over the honored form, flaming up again and again to fresh ecstasy, but never finding repose in a last surrender. It flows on without pause in a current that can never empty the reservoir from which it comes. This passion is insatiable, as the spirit invariably is.”

“To grow old means to be rid of anxieties about the past.”

“It is only at first that pity, like morphine, is a solace to the invalid, a remedy, a drug, but unless you know the correct dosage and when to stop, it becomes a virulent poison. The first few injections do good, they soothe, they deaden the pain. But the devil of it is that the organism, the body, just like the soul, has an uncanny capacity for adaptation. Just as the nervous system cries out for more and more morphine, so do the emotions cry out for more and more pity, in the end more than one can give. Inevitably there comes a moment when one has to say 'no', and then one must not mind the other person's hating one more for this ultimate refusal than if one had never helped him at all. Yes, my dear Lieutenant, one has got to keep one's pity properly in check, or it does far more harm than any amount of indifference — we doctors know that, and so do judges and myrmidons of the law and pawn-brokers; if they were all to give way to their pity, this world of ours would stand still - a dangerous thing pity, a dangerous thing!”

“Pain is a coward. He flees when faced by the irresistible power of the will-to-live, which is more strongly rooted in the flesh than the intensest passion is rooted in the spirit.”

“As we grow old, we become aware that death is drawing near; his shadow falls across our path; the realities of life seem less crude than of yore, they touch our senses less intimately, and they lose much of their poignancy.”

“The subject of a rumor is always the last to hear it.”

“A man of limited vision is hard to bear with in any sphere in which he is invested with power, but intolerable in the army.”