A Quote by Heinrich Heine
When'er into thine eyes I see,
All pain and sorrow fly from me.
[Ger., Wenn ich in deine Augen sch'
So schwindet all' mein Leid und Weh.]
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When I err every one can see it, but not when I lie.
[Ger., Wenn ich irre kann es jeder bemerken; wenn ich luge, nicht.]
Himmlisch ist's wenn ich bezwungen Meine irdische Begier; Aber doch wenn's nich gelungen Hatt' ich auch recht huebsch Plaisir! Loosely translated: It is heavenly, when I overcome My earthly desires But nevertheless, when I'm not successful, It can also be quite pleasurable.
Wenn jemand sich in Inkarnation befindet, bietet ihm dieser Körper das Problem, das er erlernen muss oder (wenn die Evolution fortgeschritten ist) bietet den Träger, der sich für die Art der jeweiligen Aufgabe am besten eignet. Ein orientalischer Körpertyp hat eine gewisse Anzahl von Fähigkeiten, und ein abendländischer Körpertyp weist andere und, wenn ich so sagen darf, ebenso gute Eignungen auf.
Man usually believes, if only words he hears,
That also with them goes material for thinking.
[Ger., Gewohnlich glaubt der Mensch, wenn er nur Worte hort,
Es musse sich dabei doch auch was denken.]
Yet through delivery orators succeed,
I feel that I am far behind indeed.
[Ger., Allein der Vortrag macht des Redners Gluck,
Ich fuhl es wohl noch bin ich weit zuruck.]
But what is your duty? What the day demands.
[Ger., Was aber ist deine Pflicht? Die Forderung des Tages.]
There is such sweet pain in parting that I could hang forever on thine arms, and look away my life into thine eyes.
I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would: Drop everything now, meet me in the pourin' rain, Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain; Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile Hit me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down, Give me somethin' that'll haunt me when you're not around; Cause I see sparks fly whenever you . . . smile.
As thou hast created me out of mingled air and glitter, I thank thee for it.
[Ger., Wie aus Duft und Glanz gemischt
Du mich schufst, dir dank ich's heut.]
Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.
I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip But where my own did hope to sip.
Live in such a way as, when you come to die, you will wish to have lived.
[Ger., Lebe, wie Du, wenn du stirbst,
Wunschen wirst, gelebt zu haben.]
Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
Behind joy and laughter there may be a temperament, coarse, hard and callous. But behind sorrow there is always sorrow. Pain, unlike pleasure, wears no mask. ... For this reason there is no truth comparable to sorrow. There are times when sorrow seems to me to be the only truth. Other things may be illusions of the eye or the appetite, made to blind the one and cloy the other, but out of sorrow have the worlds been built, and at the birth of a child or a star there is pain.
My peace is gone, my heart is heavy.
[Ger., Meine Ruh ist hin,
Mein Herz ist schwer.]
Man, be he who he may, experiences a last piece of good fortune and a last day.
[Ger., Der Mensch erfahrt, er sei auch wer er mag,
Ein letztes Gluck und einen letzten Tag.]
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