Elias Canetti
Elias Canetti
Elias Canettiwas a German language author, born in Bulgaria, and later a British citizen. He was a modernist novelist, playwright, memoirist and non-fiction writer. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1981, "for writings marked by a broad outlook, a wealth of ideas and artistic power"...
NationalitySwiss
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth25 July 1905
CountrySwitzerland
fate names people
People's fates are simplified by their names
hate self people
People love as self-recognition what they hate as an accusation.
people use ifs
Words are not too old, only people are too old if they use the same words too frequently.
happiness hate people
I would like to become tolerant without overlooking anything, persecute no one even when all people persecute me; become better without noticing it; become sadder, but enjoy living; become more serene, be happy in others; belong to no one, grow in everyone; love the best, comfort the worst; not even hate myself anymore.
boredom people adjusting
The first effect of adjusting to other people is that one becomes boring.
eye people decision
Every decision is liberating, even if it leads to disaster. Otherwise, why do so many people walk upright and with open eyes into their misfortune?
thinking speaks-out enemy
It is always the enemy who started it, even if he was not the first to speak out, he was certainly planning it; and if he was not actually planning it, he was thinking of it; and, if he was not thinking of it, he would have thought of it.
want smashing whole
I want to keep smashing myself until I am whole.
deaf applause
Success listens only to applause. To all else it is deaf
fear pessimism boring
Pessimists are not boring. Pessimists are right. Pessimists are superfluous.
philosophical despair may
Everything one records contains a grain of hope, no matter how deeply it may come from despair.
creativity ideas what-matters
It doesn't matter how new an idea is: what matters is how new it becomes.
stars constellations
A head full of stars, just not in constellation yet.
real lying men
Slumbering in every human being lies an infinity of possibilities, which one must not arouse in vain. For it is terrible when the whole man resonates with echoes and echoes, none becoming a real voice.