Stefan Zweig

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.

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.

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.

Only the person who has experienced light and darkness, war and peace, rise and fall, only that person has truly experienced life.

No guilt is forgotten so long as the conscience still knows of it.

How terrible this darkness was, how bewildering, and yet mysteriously beautiful!