“Perhaps my sense of reality is not very highly developed, perhaps I lack a sound and reassuring instinct for the solid facts of our earthly existence; I can’t always tell memories from dreams, and often I mistake dreams, coming to… — Annemarie Schwarzenbach Copy Share Image
“On a journey the face of reality changes with the mountains and rivers, with the architecture of the buildings, the layout of the gardens, with the language, the skin colour. And yesterday’s reality burns on in the pain of parting;… — 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 minute. It's as if I'd never lived without her. Nothing holds us together but I am steeped in her presence. I sometimes remembered the scent of her skin or breath and it would feel as if… — Annemarie Schwarzenbach Copy Share
“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
