Top 100 Heinrich Heine Quotes
#1. And if the little flowers knew how deeply wounded my heart is They would weep with me to heal my pain. - "AND IF THE LITTLE FLOWERS KNEW" BY HEINRICH HEINE, MUSIC BY ROBERT SCHUMANN
Alan Elsner
#2. God will pardon me..that's His line of work.
last words of Heinrich Heine
Heinrich Heine
#3. Heinrich Heine once imagined the exiled Israelite as a dog who regains his stolen manhood only when he embraces the Sabbath bride. I see western swing performing a similar function in hardscrabble Texas, turning dirt-poor hired hands into Dapper Dans with magic feet at the Saturday night hoe-down.
Clive Sinclair
#4. Heinrich Heine so loosened the corsets of the German language that today every little salesman can fondle her breasts.
Karl Kraus
#5. as in Heinrich Heine's (a contemporary of Kierkegaard's) well-known saying that one should value above everything else 'freedom, equality and crab soup'. 'Crab soup' stands here for all the small pleasures in the absence of which we become (mental, if not real) terrorists,
Slavoj Zizek
#7. The deepest truth blooms only from the deepest love.
Heinrich Heine
#8. High in the air rises the forest of oaks, high over the oaks soar the eagle, high over the eagle sweep the clouds, high over the clouds gleam the stars ... high over the stars sweep the angels ...
Heinrich Heine
#9. The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.
Heinrich Heine
#12. Literary history is the great morgue where all seek the dead ones whom they love, or to whom they are related.
Heinrich Heine
#13. Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle.
Heinrich Heine
#14. This was but a prelude; where books are burnt human-beings will be burnt in the end
Heinrich Heine
#15. Oh, they loved dearly: their souls kissed, they kissed with their eyes, they were both but one single kiss.
Heinrich Heine
#17. Round my cradle shimmered the last moonbeams of the eighteenth century and the first morning rays of the nineteenth.
Heinrich Heine
#18. And yonder sits a maiden, The fairest of the fair, With gold in her garment glittering, And she combs her golden hair.
Heinrich Heine
#19. Music played at weddings always reminds me of the music played for soldiers before they go into battle.
Heinrich Heine
#20. Phychical pain is more easily borne than physical; and if I had my choice between a bad conscience and a bad tooth, I should choose the former.
Heinrich Heine
#21. Tell me who first did kisses suggest? It was a mouth all glowing and blest; It kissed and it thought of nothing beside. The fair month of May was then in its pride, The flowers were all from the earth fast springing, The sun was laughing, the birds were singing.
Heinrich Heine
#22. First, I thought, almost despairing,
This must crush my spirit now;
Yet I bore it, and am bearing-
Only do not ask me how.
Heinrich Heine
#23. Laughter is wholesome. God is not so dull as some people make out. Did not He make the kitten to chase its tail.
Heinrich Heine
#24. She resembles the Venus de Milo: she is very old, has no teeth, and has white spots on her yellow skin.
Heinrich Heine
#26. The cloudlets are lazily sailing O'er the blue Atlantic sea; And mid the twilight there hovers A shadowy figure o'er me ...
Heinrich Heine
#27. The Bible is the great family chronicle of the Jews.
Heinrich Heine
#28. Wild, dark times are rumbling toward us, and the prophet who wishes to write a new apocalypse will have to invent entirely new beasts, and beasts so terrible that the ancient animal symbols of St. John will seem like cooing doves and cupids in comparison.
Heinrich Heine
#29. Wherever a great soul utters its thoughts, there is Golgatha.
Heinrich Heine
#30. The fundamental evil of the world arose from the fact that the good Lord has not created money enough.
Heinrich Heine
#32. Be entirely tolerant or not at all; follow the good path or the evil one. To stand at the crossroads requires more strength than you possess.
Heinrich Heine
#33. Where they burn books they will in the end burn people too
Heinrich Heine
#34. It is extremely difficult for a Jew to be converted, for how can he bring himself to believe in the divinity of - another Jew?
Heinrich Heine
#35. The devil take these people and their language! They take a dozen monosyllabic words in their jaws, chew them, crunch them and spit them out again, and call that speaking. Fortunately they are by nature fairly silent, and although they gaze at us open-mouthed, they spare us long conversations.
Heinrich Heine
#36. Seriousness shows itself more majestically when laughter leads the way.
Heinrich Heine
#37. Reason exercises merely the function of preserving order, is, so to say, the police in the region of art. In life it is mostly a cold arithmetician summing up our follies.
Heinrich Heine
#39. Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose.
Heinrich Heine
#40. I have never seen an ass who talked like a human being, but I have met many human beings who talked like asses.
Heinrich Heine
#41. People in those old times had convictions; we moderns only have opinions. And it needs more than a mere opinion to erect a Gothic cathedral.
Heinrich Heine
#42. So we keep asking, over and over
Until a handful of earth
Stops our mouths-
But is that an answer?
Heinrich Heine
#43. Every man, either to his terror or consolation, has some sense of religion.
Heinrich Heine
#44. In the image of the lion made He kittens small and curious.
Heinrich Heine
#46. The stones here speak to me, and I know their mute language. Also, they seem deeply to feel what I think. So a broken column of the old Roman times, an old tower of Lombardy, a weather-beaten Gothic piece of a pillar understands me well. But I am a ruin myself, wandering among ruins.
Heinrich Heine
#49. If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found the time to conquer the world.
Heinrich Heine
#50. Everywhere that a great soul gives utterance to its thoughts, there also is a Golgotha.
Heinrich Heine
#52. I do not know if she was virtuous, but she was ugly, and with a woman that is half the battle.
Heinrich Heine
#54. The lotus flower is troubled
At the sun's resplendent light;
With sunken head and sadly
She dreamily waits for the night.
Heinrich Heine
#55. Silence can be defined as conversation with an Englishman
Heinrich Heine
#56. Like a great poet, nature produces the greatest results with the simplest means. There are simply a sun, flowers, water, and love.
Heinrich Heine
#57. Das war ein vorspeil nur; That was only a prelude; dort wo man Buecher verbrennt, Where one burns books, vebrennt man auch am Ende One will also burn people Menchen. Eventually.
Heinrich Heine
#58. The weather-cock on the church spire, though made of iron, would soon be broken by the storm-wind if it did not understand the noble art of turning to every wind.
Heinrich Heine
#59. There is no Sixth Commandment in art. The poet is entitled to lay his hands on whatever material he finds necessary for his work.
Heinrich Heine
#60. Genius: 1. to believe your own thought. To believe that what is true for you is ultimately true. 2. a sledgehammer. 3. the fruit of labour and thought. 4. soul. 5. the ability to put into effect what is in your mind. 6. something one can become.
Heinrich Heine
#62. The negro king desired to be portrayed as white. But do not laugh at the poor African; for every man is but another negro king, and would like to appear in a color different from that with which Fate has bedaubed him.
Heinrich Heine
#63. A brainiac notices everything, an ignoramus comments about everything.
Heinrich Heine
#64. I bequeath all my property to my wife on the condition that she remarry immediately. Then there will be at least one man to regret my death.
Heinrich Heine
#65. Iron helmets will not save/
Even heroes from the grave/
Good man's blood will drain away/
While the wickid win the day.
Heinrich Heine
#66. The more i get to know people, the more i like dogs.
Heinrich Heine
#67. I do not know the meaning of my sadness; there is an old fairy tale that I cannot get out of my mind.
Heinrich Heine
#69. Nature, like a true poet, abhors abrupt transitions.
Heinrich Heine
#70. Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid
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#72. As the moon's fair image quaketh In the raging waves of ocean, Whilst she, in the vault of heaven, Moves with silent peaceful motion.
Heinrich Heine
#73. A blaspheming Frenchman is a spectacle more pleasing to the Lord than a praying Englishman.
Heinrich Heine
#74. The gazelles so gentle and clever Skip lightly in frolicsome mood.
Heinrich Heine
#76. He who fears to venture as far as his heart urges and his reason permits, is a coward; he who ventures further than he intended to go, is a slave.
Heinrich Heine
#77. In earlier religions the spirit of the time was expressed through the individual and confirmed by miracles. In modern religions the spirit is expressed through the many and confirmed by reason.
Heinrich Heine
#78. Lo, sleep is good, better is death
in sooth
The best of all were never to be born.
Heinrich Heine
#79. Terrible as is war, it yet displays the spiritual grandeur of man daring to defy his mightiest hereditary enemy
death.
Heinrich Heine
#80. There, where one burns books, one in the end burns men.
Heinrich Heine
#81. What Christian love cannot do is effected by a common hatred.
Heinrich Heine
#82. The music at a wedding procession always reminds me of the music of soldiers going into battle.
Heinrich Heine
#83. In action, the English have the advantage enjoyed by free men always entitled to free discussion: of having a ready judgment on every question. We Germans, on the other hand, are always thinking. We think so much that we never form a judgment.
Heinrich Heine
#84. In vain would I seek to discover Why sad and mournful am I, My thoughts without ceasing brood over A tale of the time gone by.
Heinrich Heine
#85. My heart resembles the ocean; has storm, and ebb and flow; and many a beautiful pearl lies hid in its depths below.
Heinrich Heine
#87. Christianity is an idea, and as such is indestructible and immortal, like every idea.
Heinrich Heine
#89. Every age thinks its battle the most important of all.
Heinrich Heine
#90. Our sweetest hopes rise blooming. And then again are gone, They bloom and fade alternate, And so it goes rolling on. I know it, and it troubles My life, my love, my rest, My heart is wise and witty, And it bleeds within my breast.
Heinrich Heine
#91. Twelve Dancings are dancing, and taking no rest, And closely their hands together are press'd; And soon as a dance has come to a close, Another begins, and each merrily goes.
Heinrich Heine
#92. Poverty sits by the cradle of all our great men and rocks all of them to manhood.
Heinrich Heine
#93. The violets prattle and titter, And gaze on the stars high above.
Heinrich Heine
#94. Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings.
Heinrich Heine
#95. All I really want is enough to live on, a little house in the country ... and a tree in the garden with seven of my enemies hanging in it.
Heinrich Heine
#96. The night comes stealing o'er me,
And clouds are on the sea;
While the wavelets rustle before me
With a mystical melody.
Heinrich Heine
#97. Nothing is more futile than theorizing about music. No doubt there are laws, mathematically strict laws, but these laws are not music; they are only its conditions? The essence of music is revelation.
Heinrich Heine
#98. The arrow belongs not to the archer when it has once left the bow; the word no longer belongs to the speaker when it has once passed his lips.
Heinrich Heine
#99. With his nightcaps and the tatters of his dressing-gown he patches up the gaps in the structure of the universe.
Heinrich Heine
#100. Great genius takes shape by contact with another great genius, but, less by assimilation than by friction.
Heinrich Heine
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