Jul 5, 2025
And I—and I go out without hope, without purpose, and return home the same as when I went.
Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther (trans. Bayard Quincy Morgan)
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And I—and I go out without hope, without purpose, and return home the same as when I went.
Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther (trans. Bayard Quincy Morgan)
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"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)
as much as gretchen am spinnrad is a beautiful piece and wonderfully sung by so many talented singers, it does slightly take me out of the story when a heartbroken fourteen year old girl has the vocal talent of a classically trained opera singer
Letter of Friedrich Hölderlin to Casimir Ulrich Böhlendorff (December 4, 1801)
Source: The Death of Empedocles: A Mourning Play, tr. David Farrell Krell
car seat headrest — beach life-in-death / frank wedekind — spring awakening / roland barthes — a lover’s discourse: fragments
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hello fellow studyblr people :)) anyone doing a phd in german literature or communication/rhetoric/somethinglikethat and looking for like-minded folk? if so, please interact with this post so i can interact back (hehe), i'd love to know i'm not alone out there.
“ 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
Lots of people see Charlotte as shallow, but I think there’s more to her than that. She’s given up any childhood she might have had for a gene that she never carried in the first place. Now she’s cast aside in favor of her cousin, who’s never had the spotlight before. That doesn’t justify the bitchy behavior, but Charlotte is a character that I can empathise with.
[Viele Leute sehen Charlotte als flach an, aber ich denke, sie hat mehr zu bieten. Sie hat jede Kindheit aufgegeben, die sie für ein Gen hätte haben können, das sie überhaupt nicht trug. Jetzt wird sie zugunsten ihrer Cousine beiseite geworfen, die noch nie im Rampenlicht stand. Das rechtfertigt das zickige Verhalten nicht, aber Charlotte ist eine Figur, mit der ich mich identifizieren kann.]