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feeling fomo over not being able to read french and german fantasy books
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feeling fomo over not being able to read french and german fantasy books
feeling fomo over not being able to read french and german fantasy books
Heavily recommend "Steppenwolf" by Hermann Hesse if you like books that are about people being sad and schizophrenic and wandering around a German city all night every night waiting to fall in love with someone so you can kill them, which I think is a common thing to happen to people and something that we as a society should promote, so really I guess I heavily recommend "Steppenwolf" to everybody.
8.9/10
The life of man follows well-tried patterns, but it is only in words that it is old and traditional; in and for itself, it is ever new and young, though even so nothing may remain to the teller save to give it the old words.
'The Holy Sinner,' Thomas Mann
Letter of Friedrich Hölderlin to Casimir Ulrich Böhlendorff (December 4, 1801)
Source: The Death of Empedocles: A Mourning Play, tr. David Farrell Krell
"I love him, his shoulders, his angular, stooping figure – and at the same time I see behind him woods and stars, and a clear voice utters words that bring me peace [...]."
— Erich Maria Remarque, from "All Quiet on the Western Front" (translated by A. W. Wheen)
“ Er hat mir, als wir uns zum letztenmal sahen, seinen Ring mitgeben wollen, diesen Schlangenring. Ich verneinte mit den Augen. Er warf ihn von der Klippe in das Meer. Der Bogen, den er blitzend in der Sonne beschrieb, ist mir ins Herz gebrannt. So Wichtiges wird nie ein Mensch von uns erfahren. Die Täfelchen der Schreiber, die in Troias Feuer härteten, überliefern die Buchführung des Palastes, Getreide, Krüge, Waffen, Gefangene. Für Schmerz, Glück, Liebe gibt es keine Zeichen. Das kommt mir wie ein ausgesuchtes Unglück vor. ”
— Kassandra (1983), Christa Wolf
“ Jetzt, da es Troia nicht mehr gibt, bin ich es wieder: Troerin. Nichts sonst. Wem sag ich das. ”
— Kassandra (1983), Christa Wolf