A Quote by Heinrich Heine

The violets prattle and titter, And gaze on the stars high above. — © Heinrich Heine
The violets prattle and titter, And gaze on the stars high above.
A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?" Pointless, really..."Do the stars gaze back?" Now that's a question.
Each violet peeps from its dwelling to gaze at the bright stars above.
Though here at journey's end I lie In darkness buried deep, Beyond all towers strong and high, Beyond all mountains steep, Above all shadows rides the Sun And Stars for ever dwell: I will not say the Day is done, Nor bid the Stars farewell.
Fenworth!' Yes?' You bore me with your prattle.' Oh, regrettable that. Why don't you seek the company of someone who doesn't prattle? Seems like a good solution to your problem.
Stars will blossom in the darkness, Violets bloom beneath the snow.
I gaze upon the thousand stars That fill the midnight sky; And wish, so passionately wish, A light like theirs on high. I have such eagerness of hope To benefit my kind; I feel as if immortal power Were given to my mind.
A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human"?
It is important that we have the inner richness to be able to look up at the stars or the moon and compose a poem once in a while. When we open wide our minds and fix our gaze on the universe, we fix our gaze on our own life.
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.
Are we human because we gaze at the stars or do we gaze at the stars because we are human?
Seek on high bare trails Sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels
As high as mind stands above nature, so high does the state stand above physical life. Man must therefore venerate the state as a secular deity.
A billion stars go spinning through the night, / glittering above your head, / But in you is the presence that will be / when all the stars are dead.
Journey’s end In western lands beneath the Sun The flowers may rise in Spring, The trees may bud, the waters run, The merry finches sing. Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night, And swaying branches bear The Elven-stars as jewels white Amid their branching hair. Though here at journey's end I lie In darkness buried deep, Beyond all towers strong and high, Beyond all mountains steep, Above all shadows rides the Sun And Stars for ever dwell: I will not say the Day is done, Nor bid the Stars farewell.J.
No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.
Will you be my shoulder when I'm gray and older? Promise me tomorrow starts with you. Getting high, running wild among the stars above. Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me.
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