Romain Rolland Quotes

If there is one place on the face of the earth where all the dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days when man began the dream of existence, it is India. … For more than 30 centuries, the tree of vision, with all its thousand branches and their millions of twigs, has sprung from this torrid land, the burning womb of the Gods. It renews itself tirelessly showing no signs of decay.

But Melchior was one of those men who always do the opposite of what is expected of them and of what they expect of themselves. It is not that they are not warned — a man who is warned is worth two men, says the proverb. They profess never to be the dupe of anything, and that they steer their ship with unerring hand towards a definite point. But they reckon without themselves, for they do not know themselves. In one of those moments of forgetfulness which are habitual with them they let go the tiller, and, as is natural when things are left to themselves, they take a naughty pleasure in rounding on their masters. The ship which is released from its course at once strikes a rock, and Melchior, bent upon intrigue, married a cook. And yet he was neither drunk nor in a stupor on the day when he bound himself to her for life, and he was not under any passionate impulse; far from it. But perhaps there are in us forces other than mind and heart, other even than the senses — mysterious forces which take hold of us in the moments when the others are asleep; and perhaps it was such forces that Melchior had found in the depths of those pale eyes which had looked at him so timidly one evening when he had accosted the girl on the bank of the river, and had sat down beside her in the reeds — without knowing why — and had given her his hand.

I, too, shall wake again.

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

Vešla mu do srdce dveřmi jeho očí; vešla tam celičká a dveře se za ní zavřely.

The slaughter accomplished by man is so small a thing of itself in the carnage of the universe! The animals devour each other. The peaceful plants, the silent trees, are ferocious beasts one to another. The serenity of the forests is only a commonplace of easy rhetoric for the literary men who only know Nature through their books! ... In the forest hard by, a few yards away from the house, there were frightful struggles always toward. The murderous beeches flung themselves upon the pines with their lovely pinkish stems, hemmed in their slenderness with antique columns, and stifled them. They rushed down upon the oaks and smashed them, and made themselves crutches of them. The beeches were like Briareus with his hundred arms, ten trees in one tree! They dealt death all about them. And when, failing foes, they came together, they became entangled, piercing, cleaving, twining round each other like antediluvian monsters. Lower down, in the forest, the acacias had left the outskirts and plunged into the thick of it and, attacked the pinewoods, strangling and tearing up the roots of their foes, poisoning them with their secretions. It was a struggle to the death in which the victors at once took possession of the room and the spoils of the vanquished. Then the smaller monsters would finish the work of the great. Fungi, growing between the roots, would suck at the sick tree, and gradually empty it of its vitality. Black ants would grind exceeding small the rotting wood. Millions of invisible insects were gnawing, boring, reducing to dust what had once been life.... And the silence of the struggle! ... Oh! the peace of Nature, the tragic mask that covers the sorrowful and cruel face of Life!

there is only one true heroism in the world: to see the world as it is, and to love it

هیچ چیز به اندازه عشقی که منظور معینی نداشته باشد فرساینده نیست.
نیروی شخص را می خورد و از میان می برد. سودای شناخته شده روح آدمی را سخت به خود مشغول می دارد؛ شخص از آن یه ستوه می آید؛ ولی دست کم می داند به خاطر چه. هر چیز تحمل پذیر است مگر احساس خلا...

Everything is music for the born musician.

Of what use are such as cannot serve! Yet these are the most innocent victims of this war. They have not taken part in it, and nothing had prepared them for such calamities.

The true Vedantic spirit does not start out with a system of preconceived ideas. It possesses absolute liberty and unrivalled courage among religions with regard to the facts to be observed and the diverse hypotheses it has laid down for their coordination. Never having been hampered by a priestly order, each man has been entirely free to search wherever he pleased for the spiritual explanation of the spectacle of the universe.

how often', he said,'does a man ruin his disciples by remaining always with 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!

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”

Pasaje de
Goethe y Beethoven - Miguel Ángel
Romain Rolland
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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.