Berta Bernane > Berta's Quotes

“Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully, grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther

“Tonight I can write the saddest lines
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“What is the destiny of man, but to fill up the measure of his sufferings, and to drink his allotted cup of bitterness?”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther

“I bid the chords sweet music make,
And all must follow in my wake.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“How often do I lull my seething blood to rest, for you have never seen anything so unsteady, so uncertain, as this heart.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther

“I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

“There is strong shadow where there is much light.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Götz von Berlichingen

“He values my understanding and talents more highly than my heart, but I am proud of the latter only. It is the sole source of everything of our strength, happiness, and misery. All the knowledge I possess every one else can acquire, but my heart is exclusively my own.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther

“A one-eyed man is much more incomplete than a blind man, for he knows what it is that's lacking.”
― Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame

“I treat my heart like a sick child and gratify its every fancy.”
― Goethe Wolfgang, The Sorrows of Young Werther

“As long as on the earth endures his life
To deal with him have full and free permission;
Man's hour on earth is weakness, error, strife.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust, First Part

“When you get an idea into your head you find it in everything.”
― Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame

“It is not every man's fate to marry the woman who loves him best”
― Jane Austen, Emma

“I see my discourse leaves you cold;
Dear kids, I do not take offense;
Recall: the Devil, he is old,
Grow old yourselves, and he'll make sense!”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust, First Part

“Tonight I Can Write

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine."
~Heathcliff”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“He's always, always in my mind — not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself — but as my own being.”
― Emily Brontë

“You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“And I pray one prayer--I repeat it till my tongue stiffens--Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you--haunt me, then! The murdered DO haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts HAVE wandered on earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! only DO not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I CANNOT live without my life! I CANNOT live without my soul!”
― Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

“I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or
wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

“La Eternidad está enamorada de las obras del tiempo.”
― William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

“When i tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.”
― William Blake

“The most incomprehensible thing in the world to a man, is a woman who rejects his offer of marriage!”
― Jane Austen, Emma

“I do suspect that he is not really necessary to my happiness.”
― Jane Austen, Emma