“Holy spirits, you walk up there in the light, on soft earth. Shining god-like breezes touch upon you gently, as a woman's fingers play music on holy strings. Like sleeping infants the gods breathe without any plan; the spirit flourishes… — Friedrich Holderlin Copy Share
“What is all that men have done and thought over thousands of years, compared with one moment of love. But in all Nature, too,… — Friedrich Hölderlin Copy Share Image
What has always made a Hell on earth has been that man has tried to make it his Heaven. — Friedrich Holderlin Copy Share Image
“You have a head and a heart? Reveal only one of them, I say; If you reveal both at once, doubly they'll damn you,… — Friedrich Hölderlin Copy Share Image
“Holy spirits, you walk up there in the light, on soft earth. Shining god-like breezes touch upon you gently, as a woman's fingers play music on holy strings. Like sleeping infants the gods breathe without any plan; the spirit flourishes continually in them, chastely kept, as in a small bud, and their holy eyes look out in still eternal clearness.… — Friedrich Holderlin Copy Share
I was raised by the song Of the murmuring grove And loving I learned Among Flowers. — Friedrich Holderlin Copy Share Image
“What love and spirit give cannot be extorted. The state has always been made a hell by man's wanting to make it his heaven.… — Friedrich Holderlin Copy Share Image
“The God, when he draws near, will the heart stand fast. But, oh my, shame! when of My shame! And let me say at… — Friedrich Hölderlin Copy Share Image
“Too long now things divine have been cheaply used And all the power of heaven, the kindly, spent In trifling waste by cold and… — Friedrich Hölderlin Copy Share Image
“These fruits are ripe, dipped in fire, Cooked and tested here on earth.” — Friedrich Hölderlin Copy Share Image
