Goethe's brilliant quotes poke straight into people's hearts

> If human beings had not been so tireless in racing their imaginations and recalling the misfortunes of the past, but had been indifferent to the situation before them, their suffering would have been reduced. Why human beings are like this, only God knows.

> In this world, misunderstanding and laziness may be worse than cunning and malice. At least the latter two cases are indeed rare.

> everything is pleasing to the eye, but also awe-inspiring.

> Dear, please look at God's points and don't bother me with books. I don't want to be guided, encouraged and motivated by others anymore, my heart has been tossed enough. I need lullabies, and I've found countless of them in Homer's Collected Poems. How many times have I whispered, urging me to fall asleep with passionate blood, because this heart is so unpredictable and uncertain that you have never seen it before.

> This matter is not humane, and some people will blame me.

> Those of higher status always adopt a cold and alienating attitude toward the common people, as if they will lose their identity as soon as they approach them; as for some careless and frivolous people, they deliberately pretend to be dignified and degrading, so that the poor people feel even more arrogant.

> I know that the world is unequal and cannot be equal; but I always feel that those who think that they must be estranged from the so-called inferior in order to maintain their identity should be condemned like cowards who hide for fear of being defeated by the enemy.

>If you ask me how the people here are, I can only reply, "It's the same everywhere!" "Human beings really come out of a mold. Most people spend most of their time working in order to make a living, and they don't have much spare time, but they are troubled by this little time and try their best to spend it. Alas, the fate of mankind!

> are just other forces that I can't forget in my heart, all of which are unused, withering day by day, and have to be carefully buried in my heart. Alas, this tightened my heart – but being misunderstood was the fate of people like us!

> Life is like a dream, many people in the past have felt this feeling, and recently this feeling has often swirled in my heart. I see that human activity and the capacity to explore are bound and limited; I see that, in order to satisfy our needs, we exhaust our energies and merely seek to prolong our poor survival, with nothing else to do, and that we have to explore certain things that can only be achieved through passive obedience, just as in a cell, we can only paint colorful images and beautiful landscapes on the walls

> I went back and explored myself and found a world! But there are also many dreams and vague desires in this world, and there is a lack of distinct and vibrant power. Everything floated in front of my senses, and I continued to walk my own path in this world with a dreamy smile.

> All learned teachers and scholars, who unanimously admit that children do not understand why they want to do this, that they want to do that, but adults, like children, wander around in this land, not knowing where they are coming from or where they are going, and they lack real goals, and they are equally dominated by biscuits, pastries, and whips: the truth of this, though no one wants to believe, seems to me to be easy to understand.

> People who live like children every day are the happiest

> There is also a kind of person who is also happy, who labels his worthless achievements and even momentary fanaticism as grandiose, claiming to have made a great contribution to the peace and happiness of mankind.

> Yo, such a person is at peace of mind, creates his world from his own heart, and feels happy because he is alone. No matter how he was bound, there was always a sweet feeling of freedom in his heart, knowing that he could get out of this cage at any time.

> This strengthened my determination to follow nature's arrangements for everything in the future. Only nature is magnificent and colorful, inexhaustible, and only nature can produce great artists.

> It is true that those who advocate conformism will never paint clumsy works of low interest, just as law-abiding and conformist people will never become a nasty neighbor and a notorious scoundrel; but, on the other hand, no matter what people say, all rules and regulations destroy the real feelings and real expressions of nature! Maybe you'll say, "That's too much! They just act as a constraint, cutting off excess branches."

> Alas, my friend! Why is it that the tide of genius is so rare to emerge, so rare to rush and rush, to merge into a torrent, to shake your astonished souls? Dear friends, because there are some calm gentlemen living on both sides of the riverbank, they are afraid that the flood will flood their pavilions, tulip flower beds and vegetable gardens, so they build embankments and canals in time to guard against the danger of coming.

> I tell you, my good friends, whenever I am restless, as soon as I see such people, the chaotic mood will calm down, and they stay in the narrow world, day by day

> their own lives, but they have a happy and peaceful life, seeing the leaves falling, only thinking that winter is coming, and there is no other thought to disturb their state of mind.

> I still look at her through the eyes of her lover; perhaps in my own eyes she is not what I now imagine, why should I destroy this beautiful image?

> so innocent and simple, but good at distinguishing between right and wrong, so meek and kind, but very strong and strong, the soul is so quiet, life is so active...

> I myself have this hunch that our pleasures are about to be frustrated, but I use some nonsense meteorological knowledge to deceive their fears.

> My favorite writer is the kind of writer who rediscovers my own world in his works, and the books describe similar to the scenery around me, and the stories are like my own family life, this kind of work I am very interested in, sincerely loved, it is naturally not a paradise, but always a source of happiness that cannot be described.

> I want her to never be allowed to waltz with anyone but me, even if I have to go to hell because of it!"

> Someone shouted wrong, snap! He was slapped, and his neighbor laughed and snapped! Go faster and faster. I also took two strokes, feeling heavier than the others, and secretly proud in my heart.

> I myself am the most timid person, and I deliberately pretend to be very brave, and when I summon up the courage of others, I will be bold myself.

> From that time on, although the sun, moon, and stars quietly traveled along their orbits, I knew neither day nor night, and the whole world disappeared around me.

> We hurry forward, and when "there" becomes "here," everything is still the same as before, we are still poor, still bound, and our souls are still longing for the manna that has been scattered.

> Even the most restless tramp ended up in love with his homeland, and his search for happiness in the distant world often became a bubble, but he found it in his own cottage, in the arms of his wife, around his children, in the work of sustaining their lives.

> How happy I am, my heart can feel the simple joy of the man, he brought the cabbage he had grown by hand to his table, not only to taste its delicacy, but also to reminisce about the wonderful days of the past: the bright morning when it was planted, the lovely dusk when it was watered and irrigated, and the beautiful time when he watched it grow with joy, all of which were all for him to enjoy again in an instant.

> nothing annoys me more than the infighting between people, especially the young people who are in their prime, who are just enjoying all the joys, but they stretch their faces at each other, and waste the few good days, and when they wake up later, it is too late to remedy.

> We humans often complain that there are too few happy days and too many unfortunate days, and I think this statement is mostly wrong. If we are always in a cheerful mood and enjoy the happiness that God has arranged for us every day, even if we encounter misfortune, we will have enough strength to endure it.

> but we can't control our emotions, it's too closely related to the body! The body is not good, the mood is not good.

> I think bad temper is exactly the same as laziness, because it is a form of laziness. We have this tendency by nature, but as long as we can work hard, we can work handily, and we will find real pleasure in our work.

> Bad temper is not caused by feeling that he is not out of breath, unhappy in his heart, or dissatisfied with himself? Dissatisfaction is often combined with jealousy, which in turn inspires foolish vanity. We see other people happy, and this happiness is not given by us, but we can't stand it.

> she said I was so emotional about everything that it would ruin itself!

> Oh, angel! For you, I have to live!

> we should treat our children as God treats us, and When God intoxicates us in his most pleasant fantasies, He also brings us the greatest happiness.

> I watched her and saw LuTie's headdress peek out of the window, and she looked back, Yo! Is it to see me? - Honey! I was floating in uncertainty; it was my consolation: maybe she was looking back at me! Maybe! - Goodbye! Yo, I'm a kid!

> If there is no love in the world, what meaning does it have in our hearts!

> it is said that there is a Borona stone, placed under the sun, it absorbs the sunlight, and it will glow for a while at night. This boy is this kind of stone in my eyes. I felt that her gaze had once lingered on his face, cheeks, the buttons of his jacket and the collar of his coat, and this feeling made me see all this as sacred and precious!

> If these can make us happy, will they still be phantoms?

> I don't like to be manipulated, and I know that this person is a nasty person.

> Anyway, everything in the world, the result is trivial, a person for others, busy, fighting for fame and profit, regardless of his own enthusiasm and needs, he will always be a fool.