Author of quotes: Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe. Page 25

What we need - that we don't know,
Well we know for us is not necessary.

Then, only then, that with thunder fall,
Fit all this stuff that lives on the earth.
Not the best weapon they used was certainly not born!

No thanks dead to me!
From the corpses I Pergusa aside.
No, give me a healthy full:
These I dead always prefer
Like a cat with a mouse, I play with them.

Who with small lives and small busy
The small business creates.
With great - great and small will become.

We can't overcome the forces of boredom gray
Us the hunger of the heart for the most part alien to,
And we believe an idle Chimera
Everything above everyday needs.

As his speech is quiet and soft!
We get along, a relationship with him without spoiling.
Great thing about the old man,
So human to think about limits.

And too old to know some fun
And too young, so not much.

Hunt straining to crank.
He is looking for treasure greedy hands
And as the discovery, glad, digging in the trash
Any rain worm.

But miserable is he who saves the dead stuff.
That MiG creates, the benefit to us.

That was before, here:
The whole world, loving only games and fun,
In the end is one huge joke.

I often want to tear his chest and brain because people so little able to give each other. Alas, if me no love, joy, excitement and heat, the other will not give them to me, and whether my heart is full of bliss, I will not make happy the one who stands in front of me, feeling numb and powerless.

He is in me appreciates more intelligence and talent than the heart, although it is only my pride, it is one source of all power, all joy and suffering. After all, what I know to learn may be just, but the heart is only me.

People would be suffering much less, if not developed in themselves so hard the force of the imagination, resemble would be no end of trouble the past, and would have lived a harmless present.

Always the desire with the mind fought
Contentment does not save from fantasy,
In the usual happiness is the monotony,
Give people the sun wants on the pole.