I'm a sucker for a good quote whether it comes from scripture like this one, a wise individual, or text I'm reading in class. As I trudge through classic after classic in my world literature course, sometimes I find myself in a rush to get to the next page, but then I find myself reading a line that combines words in the most eloquent manner, reminding me why what I'm reading is considered a masterpiece by most.
This week, we read Von Goethe's The Sorrows of Young Werther, and he certainly has his moments of wisdom.
"The human race is a monotonous affair. Most people spend the greatest part of their time working in order to live, and what little freedom remains so fills them with fear that they seek any and every means to be rid of it. What a thing our human destiny is!"
"Children do not know why they want what they want; but no one is willing to believe that adults too, like children, wander about this earth in a daze, 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 goverened as they are by biscuits and cake and the rod."
"There is nothing we can do for our friends but to leave them their pleasures and to increase their happiness by enjoying it with them."
"We should treat our children the way God treats us; He leaves us happiest when he leaves us in our pleasant delusions"
"There is no truer, warmer pleasure in this world than to behold a great soul opening up towards oneself."
"I am, however, growing daily more aware how foolish it is to judge others by one's own standards, dear friend."
"Tranquility of the soul is wonderful, as is joyful peace of mind. If only, dear friend, these precious treasures, beautiful and priceless as they are, were not so fragile too."
"Indeed, I am nothing but a wanderer and a pilgrim on the earth! And what more are you?"
And when it comes to having a way with words, there's nothing that quite compares to an artist's ability to compose lyrics. One prime example, and one of my forever favorite songs, is Andrew Belle's "Static Waves":
"Look how we've fallen upon our knees--how we forgot it.
These empty halls held our disease...before we caught it.
Now out the door and down the stairs from your apartment.
I would have let you leave.
The static waves across the screen...define this notion.
Back and forth and in between...like my emotion.
And I know you're never gonna understand."
Now it's my turn to weave together words as I write my first essay of the semester. Luckily, today's weather, with grey skies and damp air, is perfectly suited for this afternoon's activities.