Author of quotes: Heinrich Heine. Page 1

Over fat cows followed by a skinny, scrawny - total absence of beef.

Who fell in love without hope,
Wasteful, like a God.
Who to fall in love again
Without hope - that fool.
I fell in love again
Without hope, without answer.
Laugh I the sun, the stars,
The laugh - and die.

My violent anger, hard and scary
The oaks split in half
Shake granite palaces and towers
And not one will destroy the temple!
Gar manche Eiche wird zersplittern
An jenem Tag der wilde Sturm,
Gar mancher wird Palast erzittern
Stürzen Und mancher Kirchenthurm!

Due to the fact that I own
The art to sing, to Shine, to Shine,
You think I don't know how
Threatening thunder to rumble?
But wait: the hour will come, -
I will present this gift.
And from the height of my voice will break,
Thunder verse, storms blow.
Weil ich so ganz vorzüglich blitze,
Glaubt Ihr, daß ich nicht könnt donnern’!
Ihr irrt Euch sehr, denn ich besitze
Donnern s Gleichfalls für ein Talent.
Es wird sich grausenhaft bewähren,
Erscheint Wenn einst der rechte Tag;
Dann sollt Ihr meine Stimme hören,
Donnerwort, Das, den Wetterschlag.

French ballet kindred spirit racinowski tragedies and gardens of Le nôtre. Here we have the same rhythm, the same etiquette, the same courtly coldness, the same elegant indifference, that the same chastity.

Happiness is like a shy virgin:
Don't know how to love and beloved
Pushing a strand from his forehead hastily,
Touches her lips, and by.
But the misfortune of the widow and squeezes
You in my arms with a long kiss,
And ill you, shoots gloves
To the bed and sits down with her knitting.

Would like in a single word
I drain my sadness and sorrow
And throw the word on wind
So the wind blew it away.
And let the word of sorrow
In the wind you heard,
And let it be, always and everywhere
It to your heart flowed.

Who has a lot of benefits
However, you may have given.
Who is a small endowed
The one with the last part.
And if a goal and barefoot,
Better shroud Shay in advance.
He has the right to live
Who is ringing in his pocket.

It's hard to live the dream of the past,
To be happy with what we had.

Our souls are firmly merged
Platonic Union,
And forever no wear
Such a living spiritual ties.

Don't deny! Let the heat went out,
There is no return spring,
Another six months of patience,
To limit me.
And let love not you
Let's start with friends to live!
When Golubina love
There comes a time to make friends.

Shadows, shadows - all the ashes -
Kissing, life, love.
Yes, my angel, all instantly
What was will not be again.
Than owned, which I loved
All the visions, sounds, dreams.
And hearts have long forgotten
And eye put to sleep.

The sky is grey and rainy
The town is pathetic, ugly,
Indifferent and sleepy
Reflected by the Elbe dirty.
All as before. Stupidity is the same
The same people pulling a face.
Everywhere hypocrisy on guard
With the same arrogance of the cock.

In the morning, you violets
I'm sending morning greetings.
In the evening tear roses
And I hasten to you with a bouquet.
What I want to say flowers,
A shorter way of saying:
Day learn to keep me faithful to
And Delhi with me the night!