Language has unmistakably made plain that memory is not an instrument for exploring the past but its theater. It is the medium… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share Image
The good tidings which the historian of the past brings with throbbing heart may be lost in a void the very moment… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share Image
Memory is not an instrument for exploring the past but its theatre. It is the medium of past experience, as the ground… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share Image
Every image of the past that is not recognised by the present as one of its own threatens to disappear irretrievably. — Walter Benjamin Copy Share Image
The true picture of the past flits by. The past can be seized only as an image which flashes up at the… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share Image
Only he who can view his own past as an abortion sprung from compulsion and need can use it to full advantage… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share Image
To articulate the past historically does not mean to recognize it "the way it really was"...It means to seize hold of a… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share Image
Only he who can view his own past as an abortion sprung from compulsion and need can use it to full advantage… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share Image
He who seeks to approach his own buried past must conduct himself like a man digging... This confers the tone and bearing… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share Image
“Memory is not an instrument for surveying the past but its theater. It is the medium of past experience, just as the… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share Image
The Messiah comes not only as the redeemer, he comes as the subduer of Antichrist. Only that historian will have the gift… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share Image
He who seeks to approach his own buried past must conduct himself like a man digging. . . . He must not… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share Image
This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceived a chain of… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share Image
The face of the angel of history is turned toward the past. Where we perceived a chain of events, he sees a… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share Image
“The construction of life is at present in the power of facts far more than of convictions, and of such facts as have scarcely… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share
“It should be pointed out that certain correlative concepts retain their meaning, and possibly their foremost significance, if they are referred exclusively to man.… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share
Allegories are, in the realm of thought, what ruins are in the realm of things. — Walter Benjamin Copy Share
Things are only mannequins and even the great world-historical events are only costumes beneath which they exchange glances with nothingness. — Walter Benjamin Copy Share
“to great writers, finished works weigh lighter than those fragments on which they labor their entire lives.” — Walter Benjamin Copy Share
All religions have honored the beggar. For he proves that in a matter at the same time as prosaic and holy, banal and regenerative… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share
The camera introduces us to unconscious optics as does psychoanalysis to unconscious impulses. — Walter Benjamin Copy Share
During long periods of history, the mode of human sense perception changes with humanity’s entire mode of existence. The manner in which human sense… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share
Melancholy betrays the world for the sake of knowledge. But in its tenacious self-absorption it embraces dead objects in its contemplation, in order to… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share
For what is the program of the bourgeois parties? A bad poem on springtime, filled to bursting with metaphors. — Walter Benjamin Copy Share
There was the pedestrian who wedged himself into the crowd, but there was also the flneur who demanded elbow room and was unwilling to… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share
The power of a text is different when it is read from when it is copied out. Only the copied text thus commands the… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share
Quotations in my work are like wayside robbers who leap out armed and relieve the stroller of his conviction. — Walter Benjamin Copy Share
Each morning the day lies like a fresh shirt on our bed; this incomparably fine, incomparably tightly woven tissue of pure prediction fits us… — Walter Benjamin Copy Share
