My heart is my only pride, and only my heart is the source of all my strength, happiness and pain. Ah, what I know, everyone knows-only my heart is unique to me.
Goethe himself described the internal and external atmosphere when he conceived and created Witt: internally, I want to get rid of all strange tendencies and thoughts, and observe everything with love to the outside world, from human beings to understandable subordinates, and let them show their magical powers. As a result, the incredible intimate relationship with various objects in nature and the tacit understanding and singing of nature as a whole occur, so every change in the outside world, whether it is the relocation of residence, the circulation of time and season, or the passage of any kind, touches the deepest part of my heart. The poet's eyes add to the painter's, and the beautiful rural scenery is dotted with pleasant rivers, which deepens my addiction to solitude and enables me to ponder and examine things around me more calmly.
If people are not so stubborn and persistent in recalling past misfortunes-God knows why people are like this! -,but think more about how to take the current situation calmly, then people's suffering will be much smaller.
my whole soul is full of wonderful joy, just like the sweet spring morning I enjoy with my whole body and mind. I am alone, enjoying the joy of life in this place specially created for people like me.
Ah, life is exposed. Even in the place where he is most sure of his life, in the thoughts and hearts of his beloved, he is bound to vanish, and this moment will come soon!
whenever the fog in this lovely valley is transpiration around me, the sun is hanging high over my dark forest, and only a few rays of sunlight quietly enter the holy land in the forest, I lie down in the weeds beside the falling stream in the mountain stream and observe the various grasses next to the ground; Whenever I feel that my heart is close to the disturbing little world in the grass, close to the myriad and countless shapes of various bugs, I feel the existence of the Almighty God who created us in his own image, and feel the breath of the loving Father who brings us peace and eternal happiness; My friend, whenever the twilight is dim before my eyes, and the world around me and the sky rest in my mind like the beautiful image of a lover, I often look forward to it and think: Oh, if you can reproduce all this, if you can write such a rich and warm scene in your heart on paper and make it a mirror of your heart, just as your heart is a mirror of the boundless God! My friend, however, if I really do this, I will surely perish, and under the power of these magnificent scenes, I will surely lose my soul.
Dear friend, for God's sake, don't let books bother me! I don't want any more guidance, encouragement and encouragement. My heart itself is already full of agitation. What I need is a lullaby, which I have found a lot in Homer's epic.
people are all made in the same mold. Most people spend most of their time working in order to make a living, but the rest of their spare time makes them worry, so they have to dig their brains out and try to get rid of it instead.
so I went back to my heart and found a world! I am more immersed in my thoughts and hidden desires than in showing my dynamic strength. Everything becomes hazy in front of my senses, and I enter this world with a smile like a dream.
Teachers at all levels who are full of knowledge agree that children don't know what they want. Adults, like children, are stumbling around the earth, working hard, neither knowing where they come from, where they want to go, nor having any real intention to do things, so they have to become slaves to biscuits, snacks and birch sticks: no one wants to believe these, but I think it is clear at a glance.
The most intoxicating thing is the two Bodhi trees, whose branches spread over the farmhouses, barns and small fields around the yard in front of the church. It's hard to find such a fascinating and unobtrusive place.
Only nature is infinitely rich, and only nature can make great artists.
She is so spiritual, yet so simple; So determined, but so kind; Doing housework is so hard, and the mind is so quiet.
when the carriage stopped quietly in front of the sleepwalking palace, I got off like a sleepwalker, still lost in my dreams, lost in the twilight world around me, and almost didn't hear the music coming from the brightly lit hall.
Look, how devoted she is to dancing. Her whole body is in harmony. She is so carefree, so elegant and chic, as if dancing is everything. She thinks nothing but it. At the moment, everything else disappeared before her eyes.
I watched from the sidelines, and I saw the seeds of the moral character and strength they needed in the future in small things; In their stubbornness, we can see the firmness and fortitude of their future character, and in their waywardness, we can see a good attitude and free and easy demeanor that can resolve the obstacles in the world, and all this is so pure and untouched! -So I kept recalling the good words of the human mentor: "If you don't turn around and become children, …" Now, my best friend, children are people like us, and we should follow their example, but we treat them like slaves and forbid them to have their own will! -Don't we? Where did you get this privilege?
What I hate most in my life is that people torment each other, especially young people in their prime of life. They could have enjoyed themselves openly, but they ruined their few good days with some boring stupid things. By the time they realized that the wasted time was irreparable, it was too late.
"Some people control other people's hearts," I said, "so he uses this power to rob others of the simple happiness that spontaneously germinates in their hearts. What a hateful person! No gift or kindness in the world can compensate for our own moment of joy, which was corrupted by our tyrant's uncomfortable jealousy. "
We should treat our children as God treats us. The greatest happiness God gives us is to make us feel high in the pleasant illusion.
In the final analysis, all the things in the world are not trivial and worthless. A person is only striving for fame and fortune for others, without his own passion and needs, then he is a fool.
I have never been so happy. My feelings about nature, even a small stone and a grass on the ground have never been so full and kind. However, I don't know how to express it. My imagination is so weak that everything is wandering before my mind, so I can't capture the outline. But I am whimsical. If I had clay or wax in my hand, I might have to mold it. If the clay lasts longer, I will take it and knead it, even if it is kneaded into a cake!
I always see my situation clearly, but I act like a child; Now I am still clear about my situation, but there is no sign of improvement.
Ah, only my heart can create my own happiness.
does it have to be like this: what makes a person happy will in turn become the source of his pain?
my heart is full of warmth for the business-rich nature. This feeling has poured countless joys into me and turned the world around me into my Garden of Eden, but now I have become an unbearable person who creates pain for others, a tormenting spirit who chases me everywhere. I used to look at the rich valleys between the hills on the other side of the river from the rocks and see a vibrant and prosperous scene around me; I saw tall and dense trees growing in those mountains from the foot of the mountain to the peak, and the various and winding valleys were hidden in the shade of lovely trees. The river slowly flowed from the whispering reeds, and the soft evening breeze gently blew, and pieces of lovely white clouds floated from the sky and cast their own reflections in the river. I heard birds chirping everywhere, which made the forest full of vitality. Millions of gnats danced boldly in the last red afterglow of the sunset. The last trembling glance of the sunset liberated the chirping crickets from the grass. A buzzing sound around me made my attention focus on the ground, and pieces of moss took nutrients from the hard rock where I stood. The clumps of shrubs growing on the barren sand dunes below, with their branches intertwined, have opened up the blazing and sacred life in nature for me: I have absorbed all this into my warm heart, and I feel myself in a rich and colorful nature, and all kinds of magnificent forms of the infinite world are vividly dancing in my heart. Towering mountains surround me, and in front of me are deep valleys, waterfalls flying down, rivers rushing under my feet, and trees and mountains ringing; I see all kinds of unexplained forces interacting and influencing each other in the depths of the earth; On the earth and under the sky, there are many kinds of creatures, and each kind of creature presents various and varied forms; There are others who live in a small house and settle down together, so that they can protect their own safety together and think that they are the masters of this vast world! Poor fool! You treat everything so insignificant, because you are so insignificant. From unattainable mountains, across uninhabited deserts, to the end of the unknown ocean, the spirit of the eternal creator is everywhere, and he is happy for every living dust that can hear his voice. Ah, at that time, I often longed to take me to the shore of the vast ocean with the help of the wings of the crane flying over my head, and to drink the stirring joy of life from the foaming glass of this endless person. Just for a moment, let the limited force in my chest feel the happiness of the creator who gave birth to everything in himself and created everything through himself.
Brother, only when I think of those days will my heart be happy. I want to try my best to arouse and restate those unspeakable feelings. This incident alone has raised my soul beyond my own height, and then I feel doubly terrible about my current situation.
It seems that a curtain has been drawn before my soul, and the endless stage of life has turned into the abyss of the eternal grave in front of me. Everything is fleeting, everything is fleeting, and it is difficult to maintain vitality for a long time. Ah, it will be swept into the torrent and swallowed up by the waves; And smashed into pieces on the rock, can you say "this is eternal" at this time? There is not a moment that does not consume the lives of you and your loved ones around you, and there is not a moment that you are not a destroyer and have to be a destroyer; The most common walk will ruin the lives of thousands of poor little bugs, and one foot will destroy the house that ants have worked so hard to build and trample a small world into a humiliating grave. Ah, what touched me was not a rare catastrophe in the world, nor a flood that washed away your village, nor an earthquake that swallowed up your city; What hurts my heart is the destructive power hidden in nature. Everything it creates destroys its neighbors and destroys itself. I shudder and stumble at the thought of this. What surrounds me is heaven and earth, and its weaving power. What I see is only the behemoth that is always devouring and ruminating.
I'm full of energy, but I just have nothing to do. I'm so idle that I can't idle around, but I can't do anything. I lost my imagination and my sense of nature, and books made me hate. If we lose ourselves, we lose everything.
I have come to such a situation that my feelings for her have swallowed everything up; I have come to such a position that everything I have will be wasted without her.
what is a person? This praised demigod! Is it just that when he needs strength the most, he is unable to do it? He didn't stop him from soaring in joy or sinking in pain. Why did he regain his indifferent and cold consciousness just when he longed to disappear into endless eternity?
Dear William, my present situation must have been experienced by those unfortunate people who are said to have been driven around by the devil. Sometimes, I am restless; This is neither fear nor desire-this is an inexplicable wild wave in my heart, which seems to tear my chest and hold my throat! Pain, pain! So I had to wander in the terrible night in this season against people.
"one-time separation"
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