Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle. Heinrich Heine More Quotes by Heinrich Heine More Quotes From Heinrich Heine No talent, but yet a character. Heinrich Heine talentcharacter When'er into thine eyes I see, Heinrich Heine painsorroweye Graves they say are warm'd by glory; Heinrich Heine gloryfoolishstories As the stars are the glory of the sky, so great men are the glory of their country, yea, of the whole earth. The hearts of great men are the stars of earth; and doubtless when one looks down from above upon our planet, these hearts are seen to send forth, a silvery light just like the stars of heaven. Heinrich Heine starsheartcountry It is an ancient story Heinrich Heine new-lifestorieslife Good Luck is a giddy maid, Heinrich Heine kissinggood-luckhair Ich glaube sogar, durch Leidensk a« mpfe k o« nnten dieTiere zu Menschen werden. I believe that by suffering even animals could be made human. Heinrich Heine sufferinganimalbelieve Oh what lies there are in kisses! And their guile so well prepared! Sweet the snaring is; but this is Sweeter still, to be ensnared. Heinrich Heine kissingsweetlying The people have no ear, either for rhythm or music, and their unnatural passion for pianoforte playing and singing is thus all the more repulsive. There is nothing on earth more terrible than English music, except English painting. Heinrich Heine passioninsultingpeople Nature, like a true poet, abhors abrupt transitions. Heinrich Heine transitionpoetnature Twelve Dancings are dancing, and taking no rest, And closely their hands together are press'd; And soon as a dance has come to a close, Another begins, and each merrily goes. Heinrich Heine dancingtogetherhands The Blossoms and leaves in plenty From the apple tree fall each day; The merry breezes approach them, And with them merrily play. Heinrich Heine applesplayfall You talk of our having an idea; we do not have an idea. The idea has us, and martyrs us, and scourges us, and drives us into the arena to fight and die for it, whether we want to or not. Heinrich Heine fightingwritingideas The cloudlets are lazily sailing O'er the blue Atlantic sea; And mid the twilight there hovers A shadowy figure o'er me. Heinrich Heine twilightseablue Genius: 1. to believe your own thought. To believe that what is true for you is ultimately true. 2. a sledgehammer. 3. the fruit of labour and thought. 4. soul. 5. the ability to put into effect what is in your mind. 6. something one can become. Heinrich Heine soulmindbelieve Our sweetest hopes rise blooming. And then again are gone, They bloom and fade alternate, And so it goes rolling on. I know it, and it troubles My life, my love, my rest, My heart is wise and witty, And it bleeds within my breast. Heinrich Heine philosophicalwisewitty The great pulsation of nature beats too in my breast, and when I carol aloud, I am answered by a thousand-fold echo. I hear a thousand nightingales. Spring hath sent them to awaken Earth from her morning slumber, and Earth trembles with ecstasy, her flowers are hymns, which she sings in inspiration to the sun. Heinrich Heine naturespringmorning Perhaps already I am dead, And these perhaps are phantoms vain; - These motley phantasies that pass At night through my disordered brain. Perhaps with ancient heathen shapes, Old faded gods, this brain is full; Who, for their most unholy rites, Have chosen a dead poet's skull. Heinrich Heine skullsbrainnight Life is the greatest of blessings and death the worst of evils.... all great, powerful souls love life. Heinrich Heine love-lifepowerfulblessing Where books are burned in the end people will be burned too. Heinrich Heine readingbookpeople
