Adalbert Stifter > Quotes

“Great beauty and youth capture our attention, excite a deep pleasure; however, why shouldn't our souls gaze at a countenance over which the years have passed? Isn't there a story there, one unknown, full of pain or beauty, which pours its reflection into the features, a story we can read with some compassion or at least get a slight hint of its meaning? The young point toward the future; the old tell of a past.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Indian Summer

“Everything that now exists, no matter how great and good it is, lasts for a time, fulfills a purpose, and then passes on. And so it will be with all the works of art that now exist; an eternal veil of forgetfulness will lie over them, just as there is now over those things that came before.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Indian Summer

“. . . for us there still exists a serene, unfathomable abyss in which God and the spirits dwell. The soul, in moments of ecstasy, often soars across it; poetry unveils it at times with childlike naivete; but science with its hammer and yardstick is often perched at the rim and may, in many cases, contribute nothing at all.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Brigitta

“Everyone is out for himself. Not everyone will say so but everyone behaves so. And those that don't say so often behave in an even more grossly selfish way.”
― Adalbert Stifter, The Bachelors

“Everything that God sends us is beautiful, even though we may not understand it - and we only need to give it some proper thought to see that what God gives is just sheer happiness; the suffering is what we add to it.”
― Adalbert Stifter, The Bachelors

“How strange it was, I thought, that when the tiny though thousandfold beauties of the Earth disappeared and the immeasurable beauty of outer space rose in the distant quiet splendor of light, man and the greatest number of other creatures were supposed to be asleep! Was it because we were only permitted to catch a fleeting glimpse of those great bodies and then only in the mysterious time of a dream world, those great bodies about which man had only the slightest knowledge but perhaps one day would be permitted to examine more closely? Or was it permitted for the great majority of people to gaze at the starry firmament only in brief, sleepless moments so that the splendor wouldn't become mundane, so that the greatness wouldn't be diminished?”
― Adalbert Stifter, Indian Summer

“On increasingly warm nice days I liked to sit toward noon on the bench encircling the cherry tree and look at the bare trees, the freshly plowed fields, the green strips of winter planting, the meadows that were already sprouting, and through the fragrance which swells out of the ground with the advent of spring contemplate the mountains, gleaming with the colossal quantities of snow still on them.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Indian Summer

“Denn was auch immer auf Erden besteht,
besteht durch Ehre und Treue.
Wer heute die alte Pflicht verrät,
verrät auch morgen die neue.”
― Adalbert Stifter

“While they were speaking of - in their opinion - great things, around about them only little things - also in their opinion - were happening: everywhere the bushes were turning green, the brooding earth was germinating and beginning to play with her first little Spring creatures, as one might with jewels.”
― Adalbert Stifter, The Bachelors

“Between the wrinkles of age and her features which indicated a number of years resided a beauty that was touching and awakened trust. Since by now I had observed many faces quite closely in order to sketch them, I fully realized that it was more than mere beauty, it was the soul which shone through so kindly and self-contained, which had such a striking effect on whoever came into contact with her.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Indian Summer

“Here for example the beautiful silver mirror of a river swells, a boy falls in, the water ripples sweetly around his locks, he sinks - and after a short while the silver mirror swells as before.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Brigitta, With Abdias, Limestone & The Forest Path

“Declining peoples first lose their sense of moderation. They strive for isolated particulars, they fling themselves shortsightedly on narrow and trifling things, they raise the conditional above the universal; then they pursue pleasure and sensuality, they seek to gratify their hatred and envy of their neighbor, their art depicts what is one-sided, what is valid from one perspective only, then what is disjointed dissonant bizarre, eventually what excites and tantalizes the senses, and at last immorality and vice; in religion what is innermost degenerates to mere form or to opulent effusions, the distinction between good and evil fades, the individual scorns the whole, pursuing his pleasure and his ruin, and so this people falls victim to inner disarray or to an external foe more savage but stronger.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Motley Stones

“Don't the overwhelming majority believe that mankind is the crowning achievement of Creation, that man is better than everything, even things we haven't yet investigated? And don't those people who aren't able to escape the bonds of their own ego think that the entire Universe, even the countless worlds of outer space, is just a backdrop for this ego? And yet it might be quite different.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Indian Summer

“We came to fight, but find only feasts.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Witiko

“In the old pieces of furniture almost as in the old paintings, dwells the charm of the past, of the faded which becomes stronger in a man when he reaches an advanced age.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Indian Summer

“How great inexperience and innocence is. On the authority of their parents they go to a place where they could meet their death; for the Zirder in flood is very dangerous and, given the ignorance of the children, can be incalculably dangerous. But they know nothing of death. Even if they speak its name, they do not know its essence and their aspiring life has no feeling for annihilation. If they were on the brink of death themselves, they would not know it and they would die before they found it out.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Brigitta, With Abdias, Limestone & The Forest Path

“People make themselves unhappy by desiring and praising only one thing, by becoming too one-sided in trying to find contentment. If we were just in harmony with ourselves we would enjoy the things of this world much more. But when we have an inordinate amount of desires and aspirations, we only listen to them, we are incapable of understanding the essential innocence of things outside ourselves. Unfortunately, we often term those things important that are the objects of our emotions, and those things that have no relation to our desires are called unimportant; however, many times it is exactly the opposite.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Indian Summer

“Desolation, destruction, annihilation was the order of the day between two peoples who should have been living in harmony under the same ruler.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Witiko

“My heart was full and uplifted; it seemed that in my soul the question arose whether such things as Art, literature, science encompassed and completed life or whether there was still something in the distance which encompassed it even more completely and filled it with a far greater happiness.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Indian Summer

“I have never forgotten how you looked on that Sunday, Bertha: your lips of red as you sat talking with me on the sun-drenched stones, your eyes shining in the forest.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Witiko

“The floor consisted of the most colorful marble that is found in our mountains. The slabs overlapped so well that scarcely a joint could be seen; the marble was smoothed and polished very finely and the colors so arranged that the floor gave the impression of a lovely picture. Moreover it gleamed and shimmered in the light that was streaming in from the windows.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Indian Summer

“They fought man to man with their swords, even their sword grips; they thrust, stabbed, hacked, striking at limbs and bodies with axes, clubs, spears, and poles. The shadow of death descended on many eyes; its darkness overtook many who would never again see father, mother, sisters and neighbors, while others sank down in the hurly-burly with shattered limbs or other severe wounds.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Witiko

“The man was actually still a youth. He had a light mustache and beard encircling his chin, more yellow than brown. His cheeks were rosy, his eyes blue. You couldn't tell the color of his hair since it was completely covered by a bowl shaped leather helmet made of such a firm solid material that even a rather strong sword's blow couldn't penetrate it. It rested on his head gathering all his hair inside; over his ears and toward the back was an extension to ward off a blow to the neck.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Witiko

“   Hugo thought that it simply could not be otherwise; he would surely somewhere see that beautiful, beloved face that he had daily seen for so long!
   But he did not see it.
   After his search had gone on for some months, after winter had already cast its snowflakes and its blanket of ice over the city, he gave up his efforts. He sat in his room and held his lovely, weary head in both his hands.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Tales of Old Vienna and Other Prose

“Almost two years had passed once again since his father's death. Hugo remained in the city, pure and strong as a virgin; for the man who harbours a god in his breast will remain untouched by the baseness which the world holds in store.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Tales of Old Vienna and Other Prose

“It so happened I was barefoot, as was often the case, and had pants on which had grown too short over time. Suddenly he looked up at me from his work and said: "Would you like to have your feet greased?" I had always held the man to be a great marvel and felt honoured by his familiarity and so stretched both my feet out to him. He dipped his spoon into the bung-hole, brought it over and drew a long streak down each of my feet. The liquid spread out nicely over the skin, had an exceptionally clear, golden brown colour and wafted its pleasent resinous odour up to me. It gradually spread across and down the curves of my feet.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Tales of Old Vienna and Other Prose

“When all were gone, Witiko stood with Bertha on the southern balcony pointing out the meadows and mountains he had told her of on the stones of the lonely meadow near her father's forest home.”
― Adalbert Stifter, Witiko

“Macht in Amt und Würde, Größe und Ansehen durch Geburt, ja selbst die glänzendsten Begabungen und Talente sind nichts und verschwinden gegen
das einzig Große, was der Mensch zu erreichen vermag: Die Rechtschaffenheit und Schönheit des Charakters.”
― Adalbert Stifter

“Wie es aber des öfteren geht, daß tiefsinnige Menschen, oder solche denen die Natur allerlei wunderliche Dichtung und seltsame Gefühle in das Herz gepflanzt hatte, gerade solche Orte aufsuchen und liebgewinnen, weil sie da ihren Träumen und innerem Klingklang nachgehen können, so geschah es auch auf diesem Haideflecke.”
― Adalbert Stifter

“Als Knabe trug ich außer Ruten, Gesträuchen und Blüten, die mich ergötzten, auch noch andere Dinge nach Hause, die mich fast noch mehr freuten, weil sie nicht so schnell Farbe und Bestand verloren wie die Pflanzen, nämlich allerlei Steine und Erddinge. Auf Feldern, an Rainen, auf Haiden und Hutweiden, ja sogar auf Wiesen, auf denen doch nur das hohe Gras steht, liegen die mannigfaltigsten dieser Dinge herum. Da ich nun viel im Freien herum schweifen durfte, konnte es nicht fehlen, daß ich bald die Plätze entdeckte, auf denen die Dinge zu treffen waren, und daß ich die, welche ich fand, mit nach Hause nahm.

Da ist an dem Wege, der von Oberplan nach Hossenreuth führt, ein geräumiges Stück Rasen, welches in die Felder hinein geht und mit einer Mauer aus losen Steinen eingefaßt ist. In diesen Steinen stecken kleine Blättchen, die wie Silber und Diamanten funkeln, und die man mit einem Messer oder mit einer Ahle herausbrechen kann. Wir Kinder hießen diese Blättchen Katzensilber, und hatten eine sehr große Freude an ihnen.

Auf dem Berglein des Altrichters befindet sich ein Stein, der so fein und weich ist, daß man ihn mit einem Messer schneiden kann. Die Bewohner unserer Gegend nennen ihn Taufstein. Ich machte Täfelchen, Würfel, Ringe und Petschafte aus dem Steine, bis mir ein Mann, der Uhren, Barometer und Stammbäume verfertigte und Bilder lackierte, zeigte, daß man den Stein mit einem zarten Firnisse anstreichen müsse, und daß dann die schönsten blauen, grünen und rötlichen Linien zum Vorscheine kämen.

Wenn ich Zeit hatte, legte ich meine Schätze in eine Reihe, betrachtete sie, und hatte mein Vergnügen an ihnen. Besonders hatte die Verwunderung kein Ende, wenn es auf einem Steine so geheimnisvoll glänzte und leuchtete und äugelte, daß man es gar nicht ergründen konnte, woher denn das käme. Freilich war manchmal auch ein Stück Glas darunter, das ich auf den Feldern gefunden hatte, und das in allerlei Regenbogenfarben schimmerte. Wenn sie dann sagten, das sei ja nur ein Glas, und noch dazu ein verwitterndes, wodurch es eben diese schimmernden Farben erhalten habe, so dachte ich: Ei, wenn es auch nur ein Glas ist, so hat es doch die schönen Farben, und es ist zum Staunen, wie es in der kühlen, feuchten Erde diese Farben empfangen konnte, und ich ließ es unter den Steinen liegen.”
― Stifter, Adalbert