In history as in human life, regret does not bring back a lost moment and a thousand years will not recover something lost in a single hour.— Stefan Zweig
The most unbelievable Stefan Zweig quotes that are proven to give you inner joy
Time to leave now, get out of this room, go somewhere, anywhere;
sharpen this feeling of happiness and freedom, stretch your limbs, fill your eyes, be awake, wider awake, vividly awake in every sense and every pore.
In history, the moments during which reason and reconciliation prevail are short and fleeting.
There is nothing more vindictive, nothing more underhanded, than a little world that would like to be a big one.
Only the person who has experienced light and darkness, war and peace, rise and fall, only that person has truly experienced life.
Only the misfortune of exile can provide the in-depth understanding and the overview into the realities of the world.
Only that which points the human spirit beyond its own limitations into what is universally human gives the individual strength superior to his own. Only in suprahuman demands which can hardly be fulfilled do human beings and peoples feel their true and sacred measure.
Hairdressers are professional gossips; when only the hands are busy, the tongue is seldom still.
Those whom fate has dealt hard knocks remain vulnerable for ever afterwards.
Often the presence of mind and energy of a person remote from the spotlight decide the course of history for centuries to come.
When they are preparing for war, those who rule by force speak most copiously about peace until they have completed the mobilization process.
Every wave, regardless of how high and forceful it crests, must eventually collapse within itself.
One must be convinced to convince, to have enthusiasm to stimulate the others.
Art knows no happier moment than the opportunity to show the symmetry of an extreme, during that moment of spheric harmony when the dissonance dissolves for the blink of an eye, dissolves into a blissful harmony, when the most extreme opposites, coming together from the greatest alienation, fleetingly touch with lips of the word and of love.
Happy people are poor psychologists.
Sometimes I have the feeling that you are not quite aware--and this honors you--of the historical greatness of your position, that you think too modestly about yourself. Everything you do is destined to be of historic significance. One day, your letters, your decisions, will belong to all mankind, like those of Wagner and Brahms.
The transformation of the impossible into reality is always the mark of a demonic will. The only way to recognize a military genius is by the fact that, during the war, he will mock the rules of warfare and will employ creative improvisation instead of tested methods and he will do so at the right moment.
No guilt is forgotten so long as the conscience still knows of it.
Now I am discovering the world once more. England has widened my horizon.
The strength of a love is always misjudged if we evaluate it 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.
In chess, as a purely intellectual game, where randomness is excluded, - for someone to play against himself is absurd ... It is as paradoxical, as attempting to jump over his own shadow.
One never gets to know a person's character better than by watching his behavior during decisive moments.... It is always only danger which forces the most deeply hidden strengths and abilities of a human being to come forth.
The free, independent spirit who commits himself to no dogma and will not decide in favor of any party has no homestead on earth.
Why is it that the stupidest people are always the most good-natured?
Dostoevsky was the first to reveal to us this teeming multiplicity of emotions, this complexity of our spiritual universe.
Memory is so corrupt that you remember only what you want to;
if you want to forget about something, slowly but surely you do.
Fear is a distorting mirror in which anything can appear as a caricature of itself, stretched to terrible proportions; once inflamed, the imagination pursues the craziest and most unlikely possibilities. What is most absurd suddenly seems the most probable.
The union of opposites, in so far as they are really complementary, always results in the most perfect harmony; and the seemingly incongruous is often the most natural.
For I regard memory not as a phenomenon preserving one thing and losing another merely by chance, but as a power that deliberately places events in order or wisely omits them. Everything we forget about our own lives was really condemned to oblivion by an inner instinct long ago.
Again and again, faith in a possible satisfaction of the human race breaks through at the very moments of most zealous discord because humankind will never be able to live and work without this consoling delusion of its ascent into morality, without this dream of final and ultimate accord.
It would be foolhardy to count on the conscience of the world.
The Battle of Waterloo is a work of art with tension and drama with its unceasing change from hope to fear and back again, changewhich suddenly dissolves into a moment of extreme catastrophe, a model tragedy because the fate of Europe was determined within this individual fate.
Never can the innate power of a work be hidden or locked away.
A work of art can be forgotten by time; it can be forbidden and rejected but the elemental will always prevail over the ephemeral.
A word is nothing unless it has values and an atmosphere, unless you grasp its historical significance.
Fate is never too generous even to its favorites.
Rarely do the gods grant a mortal more than one immortal deed.
And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you-- it's born with us the day that we are born.
Today, for a Jew who writes in the German language, it is totally impossible to make a living. In no group do I see as much misery, disappointment, desperation and hopelessness as in Jewish writers who write in German.
Through suffering we have endured the assaults of time;
reverses have ever been our beginning; and out of the depths God has gathered us to his heart.
But the creative person is subject to a different, higher law than mere national law. Whoever has to create a work, whoever has tobring about a discovery or deed which will further the cause of all of humanity, no longer has his home in his native land but rather in his work.
The organic fundamental error of humanism was that it desired to educate the common people (on whom it looked down) from its lofty stance instead of trying to understand them and to learn from them.
There is no sense to a sacrifice after you come to feel that it is a sacrifice.
Everything in life that deviates from the straight and, so to speak, normal line, makes people first curious and then indignant.
The greater part of our best years has been passed for our generation in these two great worldconvulsions. All will be changed after this war, which spends in one month more than nations earned before in yearsthere is no more security in our time than in those of the Reformation or the fall of Rome.
Unless our souls had root in soil divine We could not bear earth's overwhelming strife. The fiercest pain that racks this heart of mine, Convinces me of everlasting life.
He who has been impoverished for a long timewho has long stood before the door of the mighty in darkness and begged for alms,has filled his heart with bitterness so that it resembles a sponge full of gall; he knows about the injustice and folly of all human action and sometimes his lips tremble with rage and a stifled scream.
Nothing whets the intelligence more than a passionate suspicion, nothing develops all the faculties of an immature mind more than a trail running away into the dark.
Even from the abyss of horror in which we try to feel our way today, half-blind, our hearts distraught and shattered, I look up again and again to the ancient constellations that shone on my childhood, comforting myself with the inherited confidence that, some day, this relapse will appear only an interval in the eternal rhythm of progress onward and upward.
It is a law of life that human beings, even the geniuses among them, do not pride themselves on their actual achievements but thatthey want to impress others, want to be admired and respected because of things of much lower import and value.
The instinct for self-deception in human beings makes them try to banish from their minds dangers of which at bottom they are perfectly aware by declaring them non-existent.
With Nietzsche, the black pirates' flag appears for the first time on the high sea of German knowledge. (He is) a different man, from a different race, (his,) a new kind of heroism, philosophywith bellicose weapons and armor.