Best 45 quotes of Georg Buchner on MyQuotes

A good man with a good conscience doesn't walk so fast.

And for tired eyes every light is too bright, and for tired lips every breath too heavy, and for tired ears every word too much.

Death is the most blessed dream.

Do you know, Valerio, that even the least among all humans is so great that life is far too short to love him?

Dying people often become childish.

Freedom and whores are the most cosmopolitan items under the sun.

Germany is now a field of cadavers, soon she will be a paradise.

Government must be a transparent garment which tightly clings to the people's body.

How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way up and down?

Love is a peculiar thing.

Man is an abyss, and I turn giddy when I look down into it.

Murder begins where self-defense ends.

One must love humanity in order to reach out into the unique essence of each individual: no one can be too low or too ugly.

Only one thing abides: an infinite beauty that passes from form to form, eternally changed and revealed afresh.

Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!

People like us are unhappy in this world and in the next, I guess if we made it to heaven, we'd have to help make it thunder.

Revolution calls my name. I will soon dwell in nothingness, and my name will be in the Pantheon of history.

Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.

Revolution is like the daughters of Pelias: it cuts humanity to pieces in order to rejuvenate it.

Supreme power rests in the will of all or of the majority.

That is a long word: forever!

The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.

There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.

The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny

The revolution must end and the republic must begin. In our constitution, right must take the place of duty, welfare that of virtue, and self-defense that of punishment. Everyone must be able to prevail and to live according to one's own nature.

The sin is in our thoughts.

The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.

The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.

The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.

The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.

We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.

Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.

You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.

Creation has become so broad, there’s no emptiness. Everything swarms and seethes. The void has destroyed itself; creation is its wound, we are its drops of blood, the world is the grave in which it rots.

Es wurde ihm entsetzlich einsam, er war allein, ganz allein, er wollte mit sich sprechen, aber er konnte, er wagte kaum zu atmen, das Biegen seines Fußes tönte wie Donner unter ihm, er mußte sich niedersetzen; es faßte ihn eine namenlose Angst in diesem Nichts, er war im Leeren, er riß sich auf und flog den Abhang hinunter. Es war finster geworden, Himmel und Erde verschmolzen in Eins. Es war als ginge ihm was nach, und als müsse ihn was Entsetzliches erreichen, etwas das Menschen nicht ertragen können, als jage der Wahnsinn auf Rossen hinter ihm.

Ich wage kaum die Hände auszustrecken, wie in einem engen Spiegelzimmer, aus Furcht überall anzustoßen, daß die schönen Figuren in Scherben auf dem Boden lägen und ich vor der kahlen, nackten Wand stünde.

I want night, deep ambrosial night.

MARIE [Alone, after apause.] Whata bitch I am. I could stab myself. - Oh, what a world! Everything goes to hell anyhow, man and woman alike.

Marie dini bir kitap okumaktadır. - “ Ve ağzından hiç yalan çıkmadı…Tanrım! Tanrım! Bakma bana! Ama ona bir kadın getirdiler, kocasını aldatmış, orta yere diktiler… O dediki seni lanetlemiyorum. Çekil git karşımdan.

Marie - Franz … Yine de orospunun biriyim işte ben! Bıçaklayabilirim kendimi! Ah! Ne Dünya! Herkesin canı cehenneme, erkek, dişi!

Marie - Günler uzun, dünya yaşlı olduğuna göre, birinin durduğu yerde pek çok insan durabilir, birbiri arkasından. Woyzeck - Gördüm tamam mı! Gördüm diyorum sana! Marie - İnsanın iki gözü olup kör de değilse, pek çok şey görür güneş parladıkça. Woyzeck - Bu kadar büyük bir günah, gökteki melekleri bile kaçırtır günahının kokusu! Dudakların ne kadar kırmızı, Marie! Hiç yara yokmu üstünde? Günah kadar güzelsin. Marie,senin kadar güzel olabilirmi en korkunç günah? Marie - Neyin var senin delirdin mi? Woyzeck - Üşüyorsundur belki Marie? Ama nedense pek sıcaksın. Ne sıcak dudakların var. Üşüyor musun? İnsan soğudumu bir kez hiç üşümez artık. Marie - Dokunma bana Franz! (Diyerek iter.) Woyzeck - Sıcacık soluğun, sıcacık oruspu soluğu! Ama yine de dünyaları verirdim o dudakları bir daha öpmek için. Marie - Elin değeceğine elime, göğsüme bıçak saplansın daha iyi. Woyzeck - Orospu!

Oh,eine sterbende Liebe ist schöner als eine werdende

Once upon a time there was a poor child with no father and no mother everything was dead and no one was left in the whole world. Everything was dead and it went and searched day and night And since nobody was left on the earth it wanted to go up to the heavens and the moon was looking at it so friendly and when it finally got to the moon the moon was a piece of rotten wood and then it went to the sun and when it got there the sun was a wilted sunflower and when it got to the stars they were little golden flies stuck up there like the shrike sticks 'em on the blackthorn and when it wanted to go back down to earth the earth was an overturned piss pot! and was all alone.

We do not have too much pain in this life, we have too little... Because through pain we arrive at God. We are death, dust, ashes... how should we complain?

..wer am meisten genießt, betet am meisten.