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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.
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Stefan Zweig |
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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.
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intelligence
puzzle
trail
mystery
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Stefan Zweig |
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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.
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loneliness
heart
love
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Stefan Zweig |
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80b2b83
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Only the person who has experienced light and darkness, war and peace, rise and fall, only that person has truly experienced life.
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living
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Stefan Zweig |
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7ff15ac
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No guilt is forgotten so long as the conscience still knows of it.
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stefan-zweig
conscience
guilt
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Stefan Zweig |
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e3993b8
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Besides, isn't it confoundedly easy to think you're a great man if you aren't burdened with the slightest idea that Rembrandt, Beethoven, Dante or Napoleon ever lived?
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Stefan Zweig |
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He was the kind of young man whose handsome face has brought him plenty of success in the past and is now ever-ready for a new encounter, a fresh-experience, always eager to set off into the unknown territory of a little adventure, never taken by surprise because he has worked out everything in advance and is waiting to see what happens, a man who will never overlook any erotic opportunity, whose first glance probes every woman's sensuality..
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seduction
ladies-man
ladykiller
libertine
philanderer
rake
seducer
sensualist
sensuality
sensuous
womanizer
playboy
lust
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Stefan Zweig |
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3e72492
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All I know is that I shall be alone again. There is nothing more terrible than to be alone among human beings.
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Stefan Zweig |
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c117313
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How terrible this darkness was, how bewildering, and yet mysteriously beautiful!
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darkness
bewildering
terrible
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Stefan Zweig |
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3ab4967
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She was at that crucial age when a women begins to regret having stayed faithful to a husband she never really loved, when the glowing sunset colors of her beauty offer her one last, urgent choice between maternal and feminine love. At such a moment a life that seemed to have chosen its course long ago is questioned once again, for the last time the magic compass needle of the will hovers between final resignation and the hope of erotic exp..
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regret
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Stefan Zweig |
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adb34c7
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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.
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chess-game
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Stefan Zweig |
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5389f60
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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.
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Stefan Zweig |
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1872f27
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For the more a man limits himself, the nearer he is on the other hand to what is limitless; it is precisely those who are apparently aloof from the world who build for themselves a remarkable and thoroughly individual world in miniature, using their own special equipment, termit-like.
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Stefan Zweig |
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There are two kinds of pity. One, the weak and sentimental kind, which is really no more than the heart's impatience to be rid as quickly as possible of the painful emotion aroused by the sight of another's unhappiness, that pity which is not compassion, but only an instinctive desire to fortify one's own soul agains the sufferings of another; and the other, the only one at counts, the unsentimental but creative kind, which knows what it is..
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pity
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Stefan Zweig |
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For this quiet, unprepossessing, passive man who has no garden in front of his subsidised flat, books are like flowers. He loves to line them up on the shelf in multicoloured rows: he watches over each of them with an old-fashioned gardener's delight, holds them like fragile objects in his thin, bloodless hands.
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words
literature
reading
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Stefan Zweig |
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Shaken to the depths of your soul, you know that day and night someone is waiting for you, thinking of you, longing and sighing for you - a woman, a stranger. She wants, she demands, she desires you with every fiber of her being, with her body, with her blood. She wants your hands, your hair, your lips, your night and your day, your emotions, your senses, and all your thought and dreams. She wants to share everything with you, to take every..
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Stefan Zweig |
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In this instant, shaken to her very depths, this ecstatic human being has a first inkling that the soul is made of stuff so mysteriously elastic that a single event can make it big enough to contain the infinite.
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Stefan Zweig |
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We are happy when people/things conform and unhappy when they don't. People and events don't disappoint us, our models of reality do. It is my model of reality that determines my happiness or disappointments.
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reality
life-lessons
happiness
perception
perception-of-reality
perceptions
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Stefan Zweig |
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I hadn't had a book in my hands for four months, and the mere idea of a book where I could see words printed one after another, lines, pages, leaves, a book in which I could pursue new, different, fresh thoughts to divert me, could take them into my brain, had something both intoxicating and stupefying about it.
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Stefan Zweig |
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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.
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Stefan Zweig |
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We who have been hunted through the rapids of life, torn from our former roots, always driven to the end and obliged to begin again, victims and yet also the willing servants of unknown mysterious powers, we for whom comfort has become an old legend and security, a childish dream, have felt tension from pole to pole of our being, the terror of something always new in every fibre. Every hour of our years was linked to the fate of the world. ..
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Stefan Zweig |
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Yeryuzunde hicbir sey insana hiclik kadar baski yapamaz
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We live through myriads of seconds, yet it is always one, just one, that casts our entire inner world into turmoil, the second when (as Stendhal has described it) the internal inflorescence, already steeped in every kind of fluid, condenses and crystallizes--a magical second, like the moment of generation, and like that moment concealed in the warm interior of the individual life, invisible, untouchable, beyond the reach of feeling, a secre..
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wl'wl mr@ fy Hyty bd't tbyn n lD`f - l lshr, wl lwHshy@ - hw lmsy'wl `n 'sw' lkwrth lty tq` fy hdhh ldny !
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Stefan Zweig |
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Once a man has found himself there is nothing in this world that he can lose. And once he has understood the humanity in himself, he will understand all human beings.
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A lame creature, a cripple like myself, has no right to love. How should I, broken, shattered being that I am, be anything but a burden to you, when to myself I am an object of disgust, of loathing. A creature such as I, I know, has no right to love, and certainly no right to be loved. It is for such a creature to creep away into a corner and die and cease to make other people's lives a burden with her presence.
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love
cease
creature
creep
cripple
disgust
lame
loathing
shattered
hide
burden
right
die
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Stefan Zweig |
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He was, like everyone of a strongly erotic disposition, twice as good, twice as much himself when he knew that women liked him, just as many actors find their most ardent vein when they sense that they have cast their spell over the audience, the breathing mass of spectators before them.
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Stefan Zweig |
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Los libros solo se escriben para, por encima del propio aliento, unir a los seres humanos, y asi defendernos frente al inexorable reverso de toda existencia: la fugacidad y el olvido
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Stefan Zweig |
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Being sent to bed is a terrible command to all children, because it means the most public possible humiliation in front of adults, the confession that they bear the stigma of childhood, of being small and having a child's need for sleep.
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sleep
child
children
childhood
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Stefan Zweig |
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Lightly, caressingly, Marie Antoinette picked up the crown as a gift. She was still too young to know that life never gives anything for nothing, and that a price is always exacted for what fate bestows. She did not think she would have to pay a price. She simply accepted the rights of her royal position and performed no duties in exchange. She wanted to combine two things which are, in actual human experience, incompatible; she wanted to r..
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But is it not already an insult to call chess anything so narrow as a game? Is it not also a science, an art, hovering between these categories like Muhammad's coffin between heaven and earth, a unique yoking of opposites, ancient and yet eternally new, mechanically constituted and yet an activity of the imagination alone, limited to a fixed geometric area but unlimited in its permutations, constantly evolving and yet sterile, a cogitation ..
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games
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The more one limits oneself, the closer one is to the infinite; these people, as unworldly as they seem, burrow like termites into their own particular material to construct, in miniature, a strange and utterly individual image of the world
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Stefan Zweig |
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Formerly man had only a body and a soul. Now he needs a passport as well for without it he will not be treated like a human being.
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Stefan Zweig |
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Aber jeder Schatten ist im letzen doch auch Kind des Lichts, und nur wer Helles und Dunkles, Krieg und Frieden, Aufstieg und Niedergang erfahren, nur der hat wahrhaft gelebt.
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Stefan Zweig |
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Mais je t'attendais, je t'attendais, je t'attendais comme mon destin...
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Stefan Zweig |
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Art can bring us consolation as individuals," he said, "but it is powerless against reality." --
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Stefan Zweig |
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Insan sabahtan aksama kadar bir sey olmasini bekler ve hicbir sey olmaz. Bekleyip durur insan. Hicbir sey olmaz. Insan bekler, bekler, bekler, sakaklari zonklayana dek dusunur, dusunur, dusunur. Hicbir sey olmaz. Insan yalniz kalir. Yalniz. Yalniz.
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Stefan Zweig |
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Maybe everything's not so hard, maybe life is so much easier than I thought, you just need courage, you just need to have a sense of yourself, then you'll discover your hidden resources.
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Stefan Zweig |
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People and events don't disappoint us, our models of reality do. It is my model of reality that determines my happiness or disappointments.
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Stefan Zweig |
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Forget it all, I told myself, escape into your mind and your work, into the place where you are only your living, breathing self, not a citizen of any state, not a stake in that infernal game, the place where only what reason you have can still work to some reasonable effect in a world gone mad.
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work
world-gone-mad
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Stefan Zweig |
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But love truly becomes love only when, no longer an embryo developing painfully in the darkness of the body, it ventures to confess itself with lips and breath. However hard it tries to remain a chrysalis, a time comes when the intricate tissue of the cocoon tears, and out it falls, dropping from the heights to the farthest depths, falling with redoubled force into the startled heart.
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Stefan Zweig |
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There's an inherent limit to the stress that any material can bear. Water has its boiling point, metals their melting points. The elements of the spirit behave the same way. Happiness can reach a pitch so great that any further happiness can't be felt. Pain, despair, humiliation, disgust, and fear are no different. Once the vessel is full, the world can't add to it.
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Stefan Zweig |
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753e635
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Plus un esprit se limite, plus il touche par ailleurs a l'infini.
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Stefan Zweig |
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c20c6d7
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For I have indeed been torn from all my roots, even from the earth that nourished them, more entirely than most in our times. I was born in 1881 in the great and mighty empire of the Habsburg Monarchy, but you would look for it in vain on the map today; it has vanished without trace. I grew up in Vienna, an international metropolis for two thousand years, and had to steal away from it like a thief in the night before it was demoted to the s..
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fascism
vienna
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