{"quotes":[{"text":"We are living in an artificial world—a world of fantasies and illusions. We've learned beautiful phrases but haven't learned yet how to carry out that little bit that we know. Our brains are stuffed with quotations, while at the same time nine out of ten of these dogmas are incomprehensible, murky, or lies. Which are worthwhile and which are not? Yes, I must stop being false before others and myself. How simple it all seems! But how do I do this? Let just a little time pass, and then we may understand—only the simplest, honorable acts determine the value of a man. Only I myself can and must help myself to become an adult.","author":"Boris Gorbachevsky","tags":["eastern-front","german","memoir","russian","soldier","wwii"],"id":24398,"author_id":"Boris+Gorbachevsky"},{"text":"Einer hat immer Unrecht: aber mit zweien beginnt die Wahrheit. Einer kann sich nicht beweisen: aber zweie kann man bereits nicht widerlegen.","author":"Friedrich Nietzsche","tags":["german","proof","right","subjectivity","truth","unrecht","wahrheit"],"id":26794,"author_id":"Friedrich+Nietzsche"},{"text":"The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is like a yellow hole...' Max, at that moment, knew that only a child could have given him a weather report like that. On the wall, he painted a long, tightly knotted rope with a dripping yellow sun at the end of it, as if you could dive right into it. On the ropy cloud, he drew two figures-a thin girl and a withering Jew-and they were walking, arms balanced, toward that dripping sun.","author":"Markus Zusak","tags":["child","friendship","german","jew","sun"],"id":79031,"author_id":"Markus+Zusak"},{"text":"This explains why, whenever a person says sie to me, I generally try to kill him, if a stranger.","author":"Mark Twain","tags":["german","humor","language"],"id":90969,"author_id":"Mark+Twain"},{"text":"Grease the guillotine with the fat of tyrants. Pull the concubine out of the clergyman`s bed. Monarch`s blood must flow, as thick as our boots. From there the free republic will rise.","author":"Friedrich Hecker","tags":["blood","free-republic","german","republican","revolution","revolutionary"],"id":101100,"author_id":"Friedrich+Hecker"},{"text":"Cases of typhoid take the following course:When the fever is at its height, life calls out to the patient: calls out to him as he wanders in his distant dream, and summons him in no uncertain voice. The harsh, imperious call reaches the spirit on that remote path that leads into the shadows, the coolness and peace. He hears the call of life, the clear, fresh, mocking summons to return to that distant scene which he had already left so far behind him, and already forgotten. And there may well up in him something like a feeling of same for a neglected duty; a sense of renewed energy, courage, and hope; he may recognize a bond existing still between him and that stirring, colourful, callous existence which he thought he had left so far behind him. Then, how far he may have wandered on his distant path, he will turn back--and live. But if he shudders when he hears life's voice, if the memory of that vanished scene and the sound of that lusty summons make him shake his head, make him put out his hand to ward off as he flies forward in the way of escape that has opened to him--then it is clear that the patient will die.' Buddenbrooks.","author":"Thomas Mann","tags":["buddenbrooks","death","german","hanno","life","mann","novel","typhoid"],"id":120760,"author_id":"Thomas+Mann"},{"text":"My parents would not permit ugly language in the house, which was okay with me. I didn't want to learn German anyway.","author":"Alex Bosworth","tags":["german","language","parents"],"id":129652,"author_id":"Alex+Bosworth"},{"text":"Truth like beauty seems to be in the eye and mind of the beholder.","author":"Helene Munson","tags":["boston","cambridge","german","harvard","non-fiction","relocation","self-help","travel"],"id":148214,"author_id":"Helene+Munson"},{"text":"An end in terror is preferable to terror without end.","author":"Sophie Scholl","tags":["courage","german","terror"],"id":174946,"author_id":"Sophie+Scholl"},{"text":"The German language is so sonorous, isn't it? Beautiful language...The language of poetry. Angry, angry poetry.","author":"John Oliver","tags":["anger","german","german-language","germany","humor","poetry"],"id":176466,"author_id":"John+Oliver"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":36,"pages":4,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}