Best 14 quotes of Friedrich Holderlin on MyQuotes

Being at one is god-like and good, but human, too human, the maniaWhich insists there is only the One, one country, one truth, and one way.

In life learn art, in the artwork learn life. If you see the one correctly you see the other also.

I was raised by the song Of the murmuring grove And loving I learned Among Flowers.

The earth with yellow pearsAnd overgrown with roses wildUpon the pond is bent,And swans divine,With kisses drunkYou drop your headsIn the sublimely sobering water.But where, with winter come, am ITo find, alas, the floweres, and whereThe sunshineAnd the shadow of the world?Cold the walls standAnd the wordless, in the windThe weathercocks are rattling.

What has always made a Hell on earth has been that man has tried to make it his Heaven.

For our generation walks as in Hades, without the divine.

I am mortal, born to love and to suffer.

I want to build / and raise anew / Theseus' Temple and the Stadiums / and where Pericles lived But there's no money, too much spent today / I had a guest over and we sat together.

Man kann auch in die Höhe fallen, so wie in die Tiefe. ("One can as well fall into height as into depth")

Some are shy of going to the source For riches begin in the sea.

Thus the sons of earth now drink in The fire of heaven without danger. And it is our duty, poets, to stand Bare-headed under the storms of God, Grasping with our own hand The Father's beam itself, And to offer the gift of heaven, Wrapped in song, to the people. From “As On a Holiday” (“Wie Wenn am Feiertage”)

Too long now things divine have been cheaply used And all the power of heaven, the kindly, spent In trifling waste by cold and cunning Men without thanks, who when he, the Highest, In person tills their field for them, think they know the daylight and the Thunderer, and indeed Their telescope may find them all, may Count and may name every star of heaven. Yet will the Father cover with holy night, That we may last on earth, our too knowing eyes. . . . Never will our Free-ranging power coerce his heaven. From “The Poet’s Vocation” (“Dichterberuf”)

Wo aber die Gefahr ist, wächst, Das Rettende auch. But where danger is, salvation also blooms.

You wanted greater things But love forces all of us down And sorrow bows us still harder. They bend us back where we began. Are there not in the hallowed night Also right things? Things that are straight and true? So I learned. For never, as mortal teachers do, Have you, my deities, Upholders of all things Led me with caution On level pathways. The gods say to humans, "Taste everything And learn by that nourishment To give thanks for all things And know what it is to be free to quit And go where you like.