Silent night, holy night, when the bough flies from the tree and is hung everywhere, when from tables the crusts fly, when the gifts begin to tremble because lovelessness walks through the world, because it snarls at you, barks at… — Ingeborg Bachmann Copy Share Image
If we had the right words, if we had the language, we would need no weapons. — Ingeborg Bachmann Copy Share Image
I myself am a person who has never resigned myself, who is absolutely never resigned, who can’t imagine it at all. I simply observe,… — Ingeborg Bachmann Copy Share Image
“Nonetheless even in capitulation there is still hope, and this hope of human beings never ends, will never end.” — Ingeborg Bachmann Copy Share Image
“If I had not immersed myself in books, in stories and legends, in newspapers, in reports, if everything communicable had not grown up in… — Ingeborg Bachmann Copy Share Image
“...all of this is such a long and dark and untellable story (untellable as all stories are). Meanwhile, one can only hold onto what… — Ingeborg Bachmann Copy Share Image
“...the simple task of getting dressed and undressed was a real strain, but nothing could compare with her addiction to deep sleep...” — Ingeborg Bachmann Copy Share Image
“Never was there so much magic over things as when you spoke, and never were words so powerful. You could make speech flare up,… — Ingeborg Bachmann Copy Share Image
“Hello! It could only have been Andre, but she replaced the receiver instantly, reaching for the tiny, crumpled scrap of paper and tucking it… — Ingeborg Bachmann Copy Share Image
Silent night, holy night, when the bough flies from the tree and is hung everywhere, when from tables the crusts fly, when the gifts… — Ingeborg Bachmann Copy Share Image
