Maurice Maeterlinck Quotes

انها لا تشبه اى واحدة من النساء انه جمال من نوع اخر
جمال اكثر غرابة
واكثر سموا
جمال ذو نواح متعددة
جمال يدعو الروح دائما ان تنعكس
على الوجه
اما شعرها فيصح ان يكون المفرد فى ذاته
شعر كانه يساهم فى افكارها فيضحك حين تكون سعيدة ويبكى حين تكون حزينة
على حين انها هى شخصيا
قد تجهل ما اذا كانت ينبغى لها ان تكون سعيدة او حزينة وانا لم ارى قط شعر تنبعث منه الحياه كهذا الشعر انه يخدعها فى جميع الاحيان اذا صح ان نسمى هذه الفضيلة المراد اخفاؤها خداعا لانه ليس لديها ما تحاول ان تخفيه الا الفضيلة

Each progressive spirit is opposed by a thousand mediocre minds appointed to guard the past.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough. If we always had smiled on the one who is gone, there would be no despair in our grief; and some sweetness would cling to our tears, reminiscent of virtues and happiness. For our recollections of veritable love — which indeed is the act of virtue containing all others — call from our eyes the same sweet, tender tears as those most beautiful hours wherein memory was born.

It is well to believe that there needs but a little more thought, a little more courage, more love, more devotion to life, a little more eagerness, one day to fling open wide the portals of joy and of truth.

Those about her pitied the poor woman; and, as she did not weep, as she was gay and smiling, they believed her mad.

خدا» یعنی»
ناتوانی یک موجود که نمی تواند وجود نداشته باشد

Our reason may prove what it will: our reason is only a feeble ray that has issued from Nature.

However imperfect our conception of virtue, still let us cling to it; for a moment’s forgetfulness exposes us to all the malignant forces from without. The simplest lie to myself, buried though it may be in the silence of my soul, may yet be as dangerous to my inner liberty as an act of treachery on the marketplace.

Widfom and Destiny

He who knows himself is wise; yet have we no sooner acquired real consciousness of our being than we learn that true wisdom is a thing that lies far deeper than consciousness. The chief gain of increased consciousness is that it unveils an ever-loftier unconsciousness, on whose heights do the sources lie of the purest wisdom.

A thought that is almost beautiful – a thought that you speak not, but that you cherish within you at this moment, will irradiate you as though you were a transparent vase.

We possess, in the sacred and secret books of India, of which we know only an infinitesimal part, a cosmogony which no European conception has ever surpassed.

"اگر "نيستي"وجود داشته باشد بايد "هست" شود
و در اينصورت ديگر "نيستي" نخواهد بود و "نيستي" همان "هستي" خواهد بود"

All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than the animals that know nothing.

Must we always be warned, and can we only fall on our knees when some one is there to tell us that God is passing by? If you have loved profoundly you have needed no one to tell you that your soul was a thing as great in itself as the world; that the stars, the flowers, the waves of night and sea were not solitary; that it was on the threshold of appearances that everything began, but nothing ended, and that the very lips you kissed belonged to a creature who was loftier, much purer, and much more beautiful than the one whom your arms enfolded.

اگر مغز خالی هم مثل شکم خالی سرو صدا
!می کرد، انسان خیلی عاقل تر از اینها بود