The Sorrows Of Young Werther Quotes
"How happy I am that I am gone! My dear friend, what a thing is the heart of man!"
"I will enjoy the present, and the past shall be for me the past."
"Solitude in this terrestrial paradise is a genial balm to my mind."
"A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart."
"I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence."
"If we are not masters of ourselves, how unfortunate it is."
"I treat my poor heart like a sick child, and gratify its every fancy."
"To be misunderstood is the fate of the like of us."
"What a child is man that he should be so solicitous about a look! What a child is man!"
"I watched Charlotte’s eyes. They wandered from one to the other; but they did not light on me, on me, who stood there motionless, and who saw nothing but her!"
"You should see how foolish I look in company when her name is mentioned, particularly when I am asked plainly how I like her."
"I pray for her recovery because Charlotte shares my sufferings."
"No, I am not deceived. In her dark eyes I read a genuine interest in me and in my fortunes."
"What is the world to our hearts without love? What is a magic-lantern without light?"
"I shall see her to-day!" I exclaim with delight, when I rise in the morning, and look out with gladness of heart at the bright, beautiful sun."
"Ah, how often at that time has the flight of a bird, soaring above my head, inspired me with the desire of being transported to the shores of the immeasurable waters."
"My heart is wasted by the thought of that destructive power which lies concealed in every part of universal nature."
"In vain do I stretch out my arms toward her when I awaken in the morning from my weary slumbers."
"For, during my residence here, not a single fine day has beamed from the heavens, but has been lost to me by the intrusion of somebody."
"Content and peace of mind are valuable things: I could wish, my dear friend, that these precious jewels were less transitory."
"God bless you, my dear friends, and may he grant you that happiness which he denies to me!"
"What a torment it is to see so much loveliness passing and repassing before us, and yet not dare to lay hold of it!"
"I am only happy where thou art, and in thy presence am I content to suffer or enjoy."
"Man needs but little earth for enjoyment, and still less for his final repose."
"He values my understanding and talents more highly than my heart, but I am proud of the latter only."
"But what does it all avail? I am happy only where thou art, and in thy presence am I content to suffer or enjoy."
"Sometimes I think, if I could only once—but once, press her to my heart, this dreadful void would be filled."
"Say what you will of fortitude, but show me the man who can patiently endure the laughter of fools, when they have obtained an advantage over him."
"You cannot be saved, unfortunate man! I see clearly that we cannot be saved!"
"What is the use of my continually repeating that he is a good and estimable man? He is an inward torment to me, and I am incapable of being just toward him."
"The world is censorious, and I know that here and there we are spoken of."
"I am reduced to the condition of those unfortunate wretches who believe they are pursued by an evil spirit."
"Heaven, for the last time, granted me the consolation of shedding tears."
"Her presence, her fate, her sympathy for me, have power still to extract tears from my withered brain."
"It is not despair: it is conviction that I have filled up the measure of my sufferings, that I have reached my appointed term, and must sacrifice myself for thee."
"Her heart was thus tranquillized when she felt disposed to view the melancholy subject in a serious point of view."
"Why should I stay behind? Here shall I rest with my friends, by the stream of the sounding rock."
"I feel it is not. O Wilhelm, how willingly could I abandon my existence to ride the whirlwind, or to embrace the torrent!"
"My heart was smitten, grieved, shattered, rent—but I neither knew what had happened, nor what was to happen to me."
"I wish, Charlotte, to be buried in the dress I wear at present: it has been rendered sacred by your touch."
"No, Charlotte, no! How can I, how can you, be annihilated? We exist. What is annihilation? A mere word, an unmeaning sound that fixes no impression on the mind."
"This thought, Charlotte, is without parallel; and yet it seems like a mysterious dream when I repeat—this is my last day!"