Brennendes Geheimnis: Erzählung

“دائما ما نخطئ في تقدير قوة الحب لأننا نقيمه بأثره الحالي فقط ، لا بالتوتر الذي زال عند قدومه ، ثمة فضاء مظلم خاوٍ تملؤه الوحدة و اليأس يسبق كل الأحداث الرائعة في تاريخ القلب””

— Stefan Zweig

“Nothing gives so keen an edge to the intelligence as a passionate suspicion.””

— Stefan Zweig

“Hiçbir şey zekayı tutkulu bir kuşku kadar bileyemez. Hiçbir şey olgunlaşmamış bir zihnin bütün olanaklarını karanlıkta kaybolan bir iz kadar harekete geçiremez.””

— Stefan Zweig

“Yalnızca başlangıçtaki vesileye bakmakla yetinirseniz bir sevginin gücünü yanlış değerlendirirsiniz, aslında daha öncesindeki gerilime, ruhun bütün büyük sarsıntılarına zemin hazırlayan, yalnızlığın ve düş kırıklıklarının yarattığı o bomboş karanlığa bakmak gerekir. Yaşanmamış duygular burada birikerek aşırı ağırlaşır ve değeceğine inanılan ilk kişiyle karşılaşıldığında alabildiğine boşalır.””

— Stefan Zweig

“And the strength of love is always misjudged if we evaluate it only by its immediate cause and not the stress that went before it, the dark and hollow space full of disappointment and loneliness that precedes all the great events in the heart’s history. A great, unused capacity for emotion had been lying in wait, and now it raced with outstretched arms towards the first person who seemed to deserve it.””

— Stefan Zweig

“He had no taste for his own company and avoided such an encounter as much as possible, for the last thing he wanted was to make close acquaintance with himself.””

— Stefan Zweig

“The woman has a dangerous decision to confront, whether she will live her own life, or that of her children, whether she will be a woman first or a mother first.””

— Stefan Zweig

“The clouds floating white and restless in the sky were those you see only in May or June. They were innocent companions, still young and flighty, who ran playfully across the blue road to hide suddenly behind high mountains, linking arms and running away, sometimes crumpling up like handkerchiefs, sometimes unravelling into streamers, and eventually playing a practical joke by setting themselves down on the mountain like white caps.””

— Stefan Zweig

“Un pressentiment vague et fiévreux mêlait un frisson de volupté à l'anxiété d'Edgar.””

— Stefan Zweig