Maurice Maeterlinck Quotes

the more a hive inclines to its ruin, the more males it will produce

There are other herbs endowed with spontaneous movements that are not so well known, notably the Hedysareæ, among which the Hedysa­rum gyrans, or Moving-plant, acts in a very restless and surprising fashion. This little Leguminosa, which is a native of Bengal, but often cultivated in our hothouses, performs a sort of perpetual and intricate dance in hon­our of the light. Its leaves are divided into three foli­oles, one wide and terminal, the two others narrow and planted at the base of the first. Each of these leaflets is animated with a different movement of its own. They live in a state of rhythmical, almost chronometrical and continuous agitation. They are so sensitive

When once misfortune enters a house, silence is in vain.

Вот впереди всех - Великая Радость Быть Справедливым, она улыбается всякий раз, когда нарушенная справедливость восстанавливается. Я еще молодо, и поэтому мне пока не приходилось видеть ее улыбку.

And it is because we all of us know of this sombre power and its perilous manifestations, that we stand in so deep a dread of silence. We can bear, when need must be, the silence of ourselves, that of isolation: but the silence of many - silence multiplied - and above all the silence of a crowd - these are supernatural burdens, whose inexplicable weight brings dread to the mightiest soul.

… signs of a life that we cannot explain are everywhere, vibrating by the side of the life of every day.

Las más bellas morales humanas están todas fundadas sobre la idea de que es preciso luchar y sufrir para purificarse, elevarse y perfeccionarse; pero ninguna trata de explicar por qué es necesario empezar de nuevo sin cesar. ¿Dónde va, pues, en qué abismos infinitos se pierde, desde eternidades sin límites, lo que se ha elevado en nosotros y no ha dejado vestigios? ¿Por qué si el Anima Mundi es soberanamente sabia ha querido estas luchas y estos sufrimientos que jamás han llegado y que, por consecuencia, jamás llegarán al fin? ¿Por qué no haber puesto, al primer esfuerzo, todas las cosas al punto de perfección a que nosotros creemos que tienden? ¿Por qué es preciso merecer su dicha? Pero ¿qué méritos pueden tener los que luchan o sufren mejor que sus hermanos, puesto que la fuerza o la virtud que les anima no la tienen más que porque un poder exterior la ha puesto en ellos más propiciamente que en otros?

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

خیلی غریب است که انیشتن و طرفداران او با این جرات و جسارت می گویند که از هر میلیون ستاره که به نظر ما می رسد نهصد هزار تای آن ها نسخه بدل و یا موهوم است ولی هیچ یک از آن ها نمی گوید که آنچه موهوم می باشد نظریه ی آن هاست نه ستارگان آسمان

If it be true, as I believe, that humanity is worth just as much as the sum total of latent heroism which it contains, then we may declare that humanity was never stronger nor more exemplary than now and that it is at this moment reaching one of its highest points and capable of braving everything and hoping everything. And it is for this reason that, despite our present sadness, we are entitled to congratulate ourselves and to rejoice.

I believe that poems die the moment they are outwardly expressed.

As you climb up a mountain towards nightfall, the trees and the houses, the steeple, the fields and the orchards, the road, and even the river, will gradually dwindle and fade, and at last disappear in the gloom that steals over the valley. But the threads of light that shine from the houses of men and pierce through the blackest of nights, these shine on undimmed. And every step that you take to the summit reveals but more lights, and more, in the hamlets asleep at your foot. For light, though so fragile, is perhaps the one thing of all that yields naught of itself as it faces immensity. Thus it is with our moral light too, when we look upon life from some slight elevation. It is well that reflection should teach us to disburden our soul of base passions; but it should not discourage, or weaken, our humblest desire for justice, for truth, and for love.

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

Somos de tal naturaleza que nada nos lleva tan lejos y tan alto como los impulsos de nuestros errores

Het verleden is altijd tegenwoordig.
(The past is always present.)