Alas Quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Download Open image “Two souls dwell, alas! in my breast.” — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.8 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Alas Breasts Soul Spirituality Struggle Two Two souls
two souls, alas, are housed within my breast, and each will wrestle for the mastery there. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
Two souls with but a single thought of love and admiration, equals two hearts beating as one! — Andrew Guzaldo Copy Share Image
And the weak soul, within itself unbless'd, Leans for all pleasure on another's breast. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
“You are aware of only one unrest; Oh, never learn to know the other! Two souls, alas, are dwelling in my breast, And one… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
Nothing is a greater stranger to my breast, or a sin that my soul more abhors, than that black and detestable one, ingratitude. — George Washington Copy Share Image
We were enclosed, O eternal Father, within the garden of your breast. You drew us out of your holy mind like a flower petaled… — St. Catherine of Siena Copy Share Image
Lay my head to rest on your breast, I can feel the hope beating in your chest. I'm here, you're here, we're blessed. — Raghib Clitso Copy Share Image
True works of art contain their own theory and give us the measurement according to which we should judge them. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
I never believed in trying to do anything. Whatever I set out to do I found I had already accomplished. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
All lyrical work must, as a whole, be perfectly intelligible, but in some particulars a little unintelligible. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
We know accurately only when we know little, with knowledge doubt increases. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
It is easier to perceive error than to find truth, for the former lies on the surface and is easily seen, while the latter… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
The connoisseur of art must be able to appreciate what is simply beautiful, but the common run of people is satisfied with ornament — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe Copy Share Image
Let us not dream that reason can ever be popular. Passions, emotions, may be made popular; but reason remains ever the property of an… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
We are all potentially such sick men. The sanest and best of us are of one clay with lunatics and prison-inmates. And whenever we feel this, such a sense of the vanity of our voluntary career comes over us, that all our morality appears but as a plaster hiding a sore it can never cure, and all our well-doing as… — William James Copy Share
Alas, you don't need monsters for monstrous deeds to be accomplished. — Zygmunt Bauman Copy Share Image
Time, time - that is our greatest master! Alas, like Ugolino, time devours its own children. — Hector Berlioz Copy Share Image
Removing prejudices is, alas! too often removing the boundary of a delightful near prospect in order to let in a shockingly extensive one. — Sir Fulke Greville Copy Share Image
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would… — Francis Pharcellus Church Copy Share
Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death. — Horace Copy Share Image
Sensible Catholics have for generations been ignoring the views on contraception held by reactionary old men in the Vatican, but alas, since it is… — A.C. Grayling Copy Share Image
In spite of the honestest efforts to annihilate my I-ity, or merge it in what the world doubtless considers my better half, I still… — Jane Welsh Carlyle Copy Share Image
The dumpling is indeed of more ancient institution, and of foreign origin; but alas, what were those dumplings? Nothing but a few lentils sodden… — John Arbuthnot Copy Share Image
Ideally a painter (and, generally, an artist) should not become conscious of his insights: without taking the detour through his reflective processes, and incomprehensibly to himself, all his progress should enter so swiftly into the work that he is unable to recognize them in the moment of transition. Alas, the artist who waits in ambush there, watching, detaining them, will… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share
