Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Johann WolfgangGoethetə/; German: ; 28 August 1749 – 22 March 1832) was a German writer and statesman. His body of work includes epic and lyric poetry written in a variety of metres and styles; prose and verse dramas; memoirs; an autobiography; literary and aesthetic criticism; treatises on botany, anatomy, and colour; and four novels. In addition, numerous literary and scientific fragments, more than 10,000 letters, and nearly 3,000 drawings by him exist...
NationalityGerman
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth28 August 1749
CountryGermany
We cannot fashion our children after our desires, we must have them and love them as God has given them to us.
What in us the women leave uncultivated, children cultivate when we retain them near us.
We should treat children as God does us, who makes us happiest when He leaves us under the influence of innocent delusions.
In praising or loving a child, we love and praise not that which is, but that which we hope for.
Your messages I hear, but faith has not been given; The dearest child of Faith is Miracle.
The child, offered the mother's breast, Will not in the beginning grab it; But soon it clings to it with zest. And thus at wisdom's copious breasts You'll drink each day with greater zest.
I am amazed to see how deliberately I have entangled myself step by step. To have seen my position so clearly, and yet to have acted so like a child!
You can’t, if you can’t feel it, if it never Rises from the soul, and sways The heart of every single hearer, With deepest power, in simple ways. You’ll sit forever, gluing things together, Cooking up a stew from other’s scraps, Blowing on a miserable fire, Made from your heap of dying ash. Let apes and children praise your art, If their admiration’s to your taste, But you’ll never speak from heart to heart, Unless it rises up from your heart’s space.
No one is willing to believe that adults too, like children, wander about this earth in a daze and, like children, do not know where they come from or where they are going, act as rarely as they do according to genuine motives, and are as thoroughly governed as they are by biscuits and cake and the rod.
A creation of importance can only be produced when its author isolates himself, it is a child of solitude.
We can't form our children on our own concepts; we must take them and love them as God gives them to us.
Well-mannered children could be conceived if the parents were well-mannered.
Miracle is the pet child of faith.
Dispel not, the happy delusions of children.