“One sometimes clings tightly to pain, to bitter home-sickness and bitter regret, but one forgets one's guilt; in vain, you might think back to the beginning (who led me this far?). If only you were allowed to accuse once more,… — Annemarie Schwarzenbach Copy Share Image
“If you wish to know the state of a people, turn to its youth: here, nothing is disfigured yet, they express themselves in ways… — Annemarie Schwarzenbach Copy Share Image
“What does it help me now to think back on the reeling despair that seized me and declare it a mistake! Should I have set out in high spirits with a spring in my step? I did not. Should I have had more faith in the earth's friendly forces and felt certain and invulnerable at the wounding sight of flame-hued… — Annemarie Schwarzenbach Copy Share
“Our life is like a journey…’ – and so the journey seems to me less an adventure and a foray into unusual realms than a concentrated likeness of our existence: residents of a city, citizens of country, beholden to a class or a social circle, member of a family and clan and entangled by professional duties, by the habits of… — Annemarie Schwarzenbach Copy Share
“Fear? Back then, I didn't even realize what that new feeling was. Later, when it overwhelmed me and almost pulled me under, I understood.… — Annemarie Schwarzenbach Copy Share Image
“Do I often think of Sibylle? I'd say that I don't know. I don't think about her but I haven't forgotten her for a… — Annemarie Schwarzenbach Copy Share Image
“In the end, one can only die for Sibylle. To love for her, my friends say, is degrading.” — Annemarie Schwarzenbach Copy Share Image
“One sometimes clings tightly to pain, to bitter home-sickness and bitter regret, but one forgets one's guilt; in vain, you might think back to… — Annemarie Schwarzenbach Copy Share Image
“The simultaneity of near and far confused me; I thought it possible to find the past, the present and the future united in one… — Annemarie Schwarzenbach Copy Share Image
“But should it matter what we do as long as we use our strength courageously and lead a life without desperation to the end?… — Annemarie Schwarzenbach Copy Share Image
“It seemed just as clear to me that I would never pick up a pen again, fill a page with writing. The profession seemed… — Annemarie Schwarzenbach Copy Share Image
“Perhaps my sense of reality is not very highly developed, perhaps I lack a sound and reassuring instinct for the solid facts of our… — Annemarie Schwarzenbach Copy Share Image
