Romain Rolland Quotes

Porque, al descubrir un alma, es necesario distinguir primero la hora en que se la sorprende: nadie sigue siendo el mismo durante el curso de toda una vida, y menos que nadie una mujer como Bettina, entregada por completo a su tierno y loco corazón. Más tarde, los rasgos se modifican, la edad los pliega y convierte en mueca la sonrisa juvenil. No la vieron con idéntico favor los ojos de Goethe en 1825 y en 1807. Mas aquí debemos hablar de la pequeña Mignon de veinte a veinticinco años”

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Goethe y Beethoven - Miguel Ángel
Romain Rolland
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آه، ای موسیقی که غرقاب‌های روح را می‌گشائی! تعادل مألوف اندیشه را تو برمی‌افکنی. در زندگی عادی، جان‌های عادی همچون اتاق‌های دربسته‌اند. نیروهای بی‌کار مانده، فضایل و رذایلی که به کار بستنشان مایه‌ی دردسر ماست، به دست عقل سلیم بزدل، که تنها چند گنجه از آن را که با نظمی بورژوائی چیده شده‌است نشان می‌دهد. ولی موسیقی ترکه‌ی جادوئی به دست دارد که قفل‌ها را می‌گشاید. درها باز می‌شود. دیوهای نهان‌خانه‌ی قلب پدیدار می‌گردند. و روح خود را برهنه می‌بیند.

كما أنها من ذلك النوع اللاتي يرفضن العواطف الغامضة التي لا يعرفن مصدرها والتي لا مستقبل لها.

In the garden of harmonies, [Debussy] selects the most beautiful flowers.

Religious faith in the case of the Hindus has never been allowed to run counter to scientific laws, moreover the former is never made a condition for the knowledge they teach, but there are always scrupulously careful to take into consideration the possibility that by reason both the agnostic and atheist may attain truth in their own way. Such tolerance may be surprising to religious believers in the West, but it is an integral part of Vedantic belief.

أكبر كارثة بالنسبة للنفوس الضعيفة الرقيقة أن تكون قد عرفت السعادة الكاملة مرة في حياتها

No one ever reads a book. He reads himself through books, either to discover or to control himself.

Es sind die vorgefaßten Meinungen, die es den Völkern so schwer machen, einander zu verstehen, und die es ihnen so leicht machen, einander zu verachten.

Let us be bold and proclaim the truth to the elders of these young men, to their moral guides, to their religious and secular leaders, to the Churches, the great thinkers, the leaders of socialism; these living riches, these treasures of heroism you held in your hands; for what are you squandering them? What ideal have you held up to the devotion of these youths so eager to sacrifice themselves? Their mutual slaughter!

في بعض الأحيان يدفع الإنسان بنفسه إلى الهلاك المحتوم ، ويبدو أنه يخاف من مساعدة الغير له ، فهو يهرب من كل نصيحة يمكن أن تنقذه، فيختبئ ويسرع في لهفة ليلقي بنفسه في الفراغ باختياره

Be reverent before the dawning day. Do not think of what will be in a year, or in ten years. Think of to-day. Leave your theories. All theories, you see, even those of virtue, are bad, foolish, mischievous. Do not abuse life. Live in to-day. Be reverent towards each day. Love it, respect it, do not sully it, do not hinder it from coming to flower. Love it even when it is gray and sad like to-day. Do not be anxious. See. It is winter now. Everything is asleep. The good earth will awake again. You have only to be good and patient like the earth. Be reverent. Wait. If you are good, all will go well. If you are not, if you are weak, if you do not succeed, well, you must be happy in that. No doubt it is the best you can do. So, then, why will? Why be angry because of what you cannot do? We all have to do what we can. . . . Als ich kann."

I distrust official charity. All charity should be done by stealth.

با چشمان پر از اشک زمین وطن را که می‌بایست بدرود گوید می‌دید که در میان مه محو می‌شد…مگر نه او خود در آرزوی ترک آن بود؟ - بله؛ ولی اینک که آن را به‌راستی ترک می‌گفت، احساس دلهره می‌کرد. تنها قلب دام و دد می‌تواند بدون احساس تاثر از سرزمین مادری جدا شود. خوش‌بخت یا بدبخت، با هم زندگی کرده‌اند؛ شخص در میان او، روی او خوابیده‌است، سراپایش بدان آغشته است؛ وطن گنجینه‌ی رویاهای ما، زندگی گذشته‌ی ما، و خاکستر مقدس کسانی‌ست که دوست داشته‌ایم در سینه‌ی خود حفظ می‌کند.

But, uncle, isn’t it possible to make other songs, new songs?” “Why make them? There are enough for everything. There are songs for when you are sad, and for when you are gay; for when you are weary, and for when you are thinking of home; for when you despise yourself, because you have been a vile sinner, a worm upon the earth; for when you want to weep, because people have not been kind to you; and for when your heart is glad because the world is beautiful, and you see God’s heaven, which, like Him, is always kind, and seems to laugh at you…. There are songs for everything, everything. Why should I make them?

Never do I hesitate to look squarely at the unexpected face that every passing hour unveils to us, and to sacrifice the false images of it formed in advance, however dear they may be. In me, the love of life in general predominates over love of my own life (that, indeed, would never have sufficed to bear me up). May life herself speak! However inadequate I may be in listening to her, and in repeating her words, I shall try to record them, even if they contradict my most secret desires. In all that I write, may her will, not mine, be done!