Top 84 Quotes & Sayings by Maurice Maeterlinck

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Last updated on December 23, 2024.
Maurice Maeterlinck

Maurice Polydore Marie Bernard Maeterlinck, also known as Count Maeterlinck from 1932, was a Belgian playwright, poet, and essayist who was Flemish but wrote in French. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1911 "in appreciation of his many-sided literary activities, and especially of his dramatic works, which are distinguished by a wealth of imagination and by a poetic fancy, which reveals, sometimes in the guise of a fairy tale, a deep inspiration, while in a mysterious way they appeal to the readers' own feelings and stimulate their imaginations". The main themes in his work are death and the meaning of life. He was a leading member of La Jeune Belgique group and his plays form an important part of the Symbolist movement. In later life, Maeterlinck faced credible accusations of plagiarism.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
A truth that disheartens because it is true is of more value than the most stimulating of falsehoods.
Remember that happiness is as contagious as gloom. It should be the first duty of those who are happy to let others know of their gladness. — © Maurice Maeterlinck
Remember that happiness is as contagious as gloom. It should be the first duty of those who are happy to let others know of their gladness.
An act of goodness is of itself an act of happiness. No reward coming after the event can compare with the sweet reward that went with it.
Do we not all spend the greater part of our lives under the shadow of an event that has not yet come to pass?
How strangely do we diminish a thing as soon as we try to express it in words.
It is not from reason that justice springs, but goodness is born of wisdom.
All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.
To be happy is only to have freed one's soul from the unrest of unhappiness.
We possess only the happiness we are able to understand.
Happiness is rarely absent; it is we that know not of its presence.
Our reason may prove what it will: our reason is only a feeble ray that has issued from Nature.
At every crossroads on the path that leads to the future, tradition has placed 10,000 men to guard the past. — © Maurice Maeterlinck
At every crossroads on the path that leads to the future, tradition has placed 10,000 men to guard the past.
They believe that nothing will happen because they have closed their doors.
Many a happiness in life, as many a disaster, can be due to chance, but the peace within us can never be governed by chance.
We are never the same with others as when we are alone. We are different, even when we are in the dark with them.
No great inner event befalls those who summon it not.
To have known how to change the past into a few saddened smiles-is this not to master the future?
All mothers are rich when they love their children. There are no poor mothers, no ugly ones, no old ones. Their love is always the most beautiful of joys.
They think that nothing will happen because they have closed their doors, and they do not know that it is in the soul that things always happen, and that the world does not end at their housedoor.
The souls of all our brethren are ever hovering about us, craving for a caress, and only waiting for the signal.
We can never judge a soul above the high water mark of our own.
At every crossroad on the way that leads to the future, each progressive spirit is opposed by a thousand men appointed to guard the past.
I count only the hours that are serene.
If the bee disappeared off the face of the earth, man would only have four years left to live.
All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than the animals that know nothing. A day will come when science will turn upon its error and no longer hesitate to shorten our woes. A day will come when it will dare and act with certainty; when life, grown wiser, will depart silently at its hour, knowing that it has reached its term.
Each man has to seek out his own special aptitude for a higher life in the midst of the humble and inevitable reality of daily existence. Than this, there can be no nobler aim in life.
(there is) no other means of escaping from one's consciousness than to deny it, to look upon it as an organic disease of the terrestrial intelligence - a disease which we must endeavor to cure by an action which must appear to us an action of violent and willful madness, but which, on the other side of our appearances, is probably an action of health. ("Of Immortality")
I have never for one instant seen clearly within myself. How then would you have me judge the deeds of others?
If you love yourself meanly, childishly, timidly, even so shall you love your neighbor.
The future is a world limited by ourselves; in it we discover only what concerns us and, sometimes, by chance, what interests those whom we love the most.
Many a happiness in life, a many a disaster, is due to chance alone; but the peace within us can never be governed by chance.
The dog is the only living being that has found and recognizes an indubitable, tangible and definite god. He knows to whom above him to give himself. He has not to seek for a superior and infinite power.
We possess only the happiness we able to understand.
Nothing in the whole world is so athirst for beauty as the soul, nor is there anything to which beauty clings so readily.
It is death that is the guide of our life, and our life has no goal but death.
It's good to slowly come to the realization that you understand nothing.
There is no soul that does not respond to love, for the soul of man is a guest that has gone hungry these centuries back. — © Maurice Maeterlinck
There is no soul that does not respond to love, for the soul of man is a guest that has gone hungry these centuries back.
The truth that seems discouraging does in reality only transform the courage of those strong enough to accept it; and, in any event, a truth that disheartens, because it is true, is still of far more value than the most stimulating of falsehoods.
Wisdom requires no form; her beauty must vary, as varies the beauty of flame. She is no motionless goddess, for ever couched on her throne.
Above all, let us never forget that an act of goodness is in itself an act of happiness. It is the flower of a long inner life of joy and contentment; it tells of peaceful hours and days on the sunniest heights of our soul.
The true sage is not he who sees, but he who, seeing the furthest, has the deepest love for mankind.
At every crossway on the path that leads to the future, each progressive spirit is opposed by a thousand men appointed to guard the past. Let us have no fear that the fair towers of former days be sufficiently defended. The least that the most timid among us can do is not to add to the immense dead weight that nature drags along.
To disdain today is to prove that yesterday has been misunderstood.
You do well to have visions of a better life than of every day, but it is the life of every day from which the elements of a better life must come.
He who sees without loving is only straining his eyes in the darkness.
We should tell ourselves once and for all that it is the first duty of the soul to become as happy, complete, independent, and great as lies in its power. To this end we may sacrifice even the passion for sacrifice, for sacrifice never should be the means of ennoblement, but only the sign of being ennobled.
The thoughts you think will irradiate you as though you are a transparent vase. — © Maurice Maeterlinck
The thoughts you think will irradiate you as though you are a transparent vase.
The living are just the dead on holiday
Happiness will never be any greater than the idea we have of it.
Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together ... Speech is too often ... the act of quite stifling and suspending thought, so that there is none to conceal ... Speech is of Time, silence is of Eternity ... It is idle to think that, by means of words, any real communication can ever pass from one man to another.
Brave old-flowers! Wall-flowers, Gilly flowers, Stocks! For even as the field-flowers, from which a trifle, a ray of beauty, a drop of perfume, divides them, they have charming names, the softest in the language; and each of them, like tiny, art-less ex-votos, or like medals bestowed by the gratitude of men, proudly bears three or four.
It is the evil that lies in ourselves that is ever least tolerant of the evil that dwells within others.
As soon as we put something into words, we devalue it in a strange way. We think we have plunged into the depths of the abyss, and when we return to the surface the drop of water on our pale fingertips no longer resembles the sea from which it comes. We delude ourselves that we have discovered a wonderful treasure trove, and when we return to the light of day we find that we have brought back only false stones and shards of glass; and yet the treasure goes on glimmering in the dark, unaltered.
I have done what I could do in life, and if I could not do better, I did not deserve it. In vain I have tried to step beyond what bound me.
To be good we must needs have suffered; but perhaps it is necessary to have caused suffering before we can become better.
I am moved by the light.
Do we not all spend the greater part of our lives under the shadow of an event that has not yet come to pass?.
No living creature, not even man, has achieved, in the centre of his sphere, what the bee has achieved in her own: and were some one from another world to descend and ask of the earth the most perfect creation of the logic of life, we should needs have to offer the humble comb of honey.
Can we conceive what humanity would be if it did not know the flowers?
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