The connection between dress and war is not far to seek; your finest clothes are those you wear as soldiers.
Ich habe Freunde verloren, manche durch natürlichen Tod... andere durch reine Unfähigkeit, die Straße zu überqueren.
It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple: one must be a woman manly, or a man womanly.
Der einzige Rat, den man jemand fürs Lesen geben kann, ist tatsächlich der, keinen Rat anzunehmen, dem eigenen Instinkt zu folgen, den eigenen Verstand zu gebrauchen und zu eigenen Schlussfolgerungen zu kommen.
To depend upon a profession is a less odious form of slavery than to depend upon a father.
Viele erfolgreiche Männer haben keine erfolgreichen Qualifikationen außer der, keine Frau zu sein.
I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.
Manchmal denke ich, der Himmel besteht aus ununterbrochenem, niemals ermüdendem Lesen.
The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.
Für jeden, der schreibt, ist es fatal, an sein Geschlecht zu denken. Es ist fatal, einfach ein Mann oder eine Frau zu sein. Es wäre besser, Frau-männlich oder Mann-weiblich zu sein.
I read the book of Job last night, I don't think God comes out well in it.
Ethels neuer Hund ist tot. Die Wahrheit ist, kein Hund kann die Anstrengung aushalten, mit Ethel zu leben.
I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
Worte sind wild, frei, unverantwortlich und nicht zu lehren. Natürlich kann man sie einfangen, einsortieren und sie in alphabetischer Reihenfolge in Wörterbücher stecken. Aber dort leben sie nicht.
It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.
Keine Leidenschaft ist stärker in der menschlichen Brust als das Verlangen, andere glauben zu machen, was man selbst glaubt.
Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
Kunst ist kein Abbild der realen Welt. Eine ist, bei Gott, mehr als genug.
Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
Alles, was ich Ihnen sagen kann, ist, dass ich entdecke, als ich zu schreiben begann, dass eine Frau - es klingt so einfach, aber ich sollte mich schämen, Ihnen zu sagen, wie lange ich brauchte, das selbst zu entdecken- nicht ein Mann ist. Ihre Erfahrung ist nicht die gleiche. Ihre Traditionen sind anders. Ihre Werte, sowohl in der Kunst wie im Leben, sind ihre eigenen.
I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose.
Ihr Lachen war hinreißend, ein unerhörtes Lachen, fast wie das eines Kindes. Jauchzendes Lachen, wenn etwas sie amüsierte.
It is far more difficult to murder a phantom than a reality.
Warum sind Frauen für Männer soviel interessanter als Männer für Frauen?
That great Cathedral space which was childhood.
Letzte Nacht las ich im Buch Hiob. Ich habe nicht den Eindruck, daß Gott da gut wegkommt.
These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in ageing. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism.
Wenn du nicht da bist, verschwindet die Farbe aus dem Leben, wie Wasser aus einem Schwamm; und ich existiere nur noch, trocken und staubig.
The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mold of the body and mind.
Männer nehmen die Welt nicht wahr, weil sie selber glauben, sie seien die Welt.
If we help an educated man's daughter to go to Cambridge are we not forcing her to think not about education but about war? - not how she can learn, but how she can fight in order that she might win the same advantages as her brothers?
Die außergewöhnliche Frau ist von der gewöhnlichen Frau abhängig.
A masterpiece is something said once and for all, stated, finished, so that it's there complete in the mind, if only at the back.
Das Verlangen zu lesen ist wie alle anderen Sehnsüchte, die unsere unglücklich Seele aufwühlen, der Analyse fähig.
Why are women... so much more interesting to men than men are to women?
Die größte Klugheit einer intelligenten Frau besteht darin, ihre Klugheit nicht zu zeigen.
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
Es scheint mir ganz unmöglich, Hosen zu tragen.
Language is wine upon the lips.
Die Sprache ist ein altes, zerissenes Netz, durch das die Fische schlüpfen, wenn man es über sie wirft.
I was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old: but now I am a woman again - as I always am when I write.
Wir wollen es nicht als selbsverständlich hinnehmen, dass das Leben sich voller in dem entfaltet, was man gewöhnlich für groß hält, als in dem, was man gewöhnlich für klein hält.
Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
Ich möchte vermuten, daß dieser "Anonymus", der so viele Gedichte geschrieben hat, ohne sie zu singen, oft eine Frau gewesen ist.
It is the nature of the artist to mind excessively what is said about him. Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.
Frauen waren jahrhundertelang ein Vergrößerungsspiegel, der es den Männern ermöglichte, sich selbst in doppelter Lebensgröße zu sehen.
Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.
Je älter man wird, desto mehr liebt man das Anstößige.
Great bodies of people are never responsible for what they do.
Es macht nichts, wenn es Fehlschüsse gibt und Ausrutscher. Wenn ich mit solch einem Tempo schreibe, muss ich meinen Gegenstand so schnell und direkt wie möglich treffen und muss also Worte packen, wählen und abschiessen, ohne mehr Zeit zu verlieren, als ich brauche, um meine Feder in die Tinte zu tauchen.
Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.
Kunst ist kein Abbild der realen Welt. Eine ist, bei Gott, mehr als genug.
You send a boy to school in order to make friends - the right sort.
Die größte Klugheit einer klugen Frau besteht darin, ihre Klugheit nicht zu zeigen.
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
Man kann nicht gut denken, nicht gut lieben, nicht gut schlafen, wenn man nicht gut zu Abend gegessen hat.
Let a man get up and say, Behold, this is the truth, and instantly I perceive a sandy cat filching a piece of fish in the background. Look, you have forgotten the cat, I say.
Die Frau hat jahrhundertelang als Lupe gedient, welche die magische und köstliche Fähigkeit besaß,den Mann doppelt so groß zu zeigen,wie er von Natur aus ist.
Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most full of poetry.
Manche Leute gehen zu einem Priester, andere zur Poesie; ich zu meinen Freunden.
Masterpieces are not single and solitary births; they are the outcome of many years of thinking in common, of thinking by the body of the people, so that the experience of the mass is behind the single voice.
Viele erfolgreiche Männer haben keinerlei sichtbare Qualifikationen außer der, keine Frau zu sein.
Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.
Um die Freiheit zu genießen, müssen wir uns selbst beherrschen.
This is an important book, the critic assumes, because it deals with war. This is an insignificant book because it deals with the feelings of women in a drawing-room.
Wahrscheinlich hat der Geist jedes Menschen einen Platz in der Zeit zugewiesen bekommen; einige sind für dieses, andere für jenes Zeitalter geboren.
Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.
For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind or both in combination, when he is a slave to thirteen thousand a year?
It's not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it's the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.
Somewhere, everywhere, now hidden, now apparent in what ever is written down, is the form of a human being. If we seek to know him, are we idly occupied?
If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure - the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it truthfully?
This is not writing at all. Indeed, I could say that Shakespeare surpasses literature altogether, if I knew what I meant.
My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?
This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us. If one has the courage to ask her what she thinks, she is always saying the very opposite to what other people say.
Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.
Nothing induces me to read a novel except when I have to make money by writing about it. I detest them.
If you insist upon fighting to protect me, or 'our' country, let it be understood soberly and rationally between us that you are fighting to gratify a sex instinct which I cannot share; to procure benefits where I have not shared and probably will not share.
Almost any biographer, if he respects facts, can give us much more than another fact to add to our collection. He can give us the creative fact; the fertile fact; the fact that suggests and engenders.
For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.
A good essay must have this permanent quality about it; it must draw its curtain round us, but it must be a curtain that shuts us in not out.
A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.
Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent.
Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
One likes people much better when they're battered down by a prodigious siege of misfortune than when they triumph.
On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.
Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.
Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
We can best help you to prevent war not by repeating your words and following your methods but by finding new words and creating new methods.
It is curious how instinctively one protects the image of oneself from idolatry or any other handling that could make it ridiculous, or too unlike the original to be believed any longer.
There can be no two opinions as to what a highbrow is. He is the man or woman of thoroughbred intelligence who rides his mind at a gallop across country in pursuit of an idea.
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order.
The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with a profound yet temperate happiness.
It seems as if an age of genius must be succeeded by an age of endeavour; riot and extravagance by cleanliness and hard work.
There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and not we, them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but they mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking.
Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart, and his friends can only read the title.
Boredom is the legitimate kingdom of the philanthropic.
Really I don't like human nature unless all candied over with art.
One has to secrete a jelly in which to slip quotations down people's throats - and one always secretes too much jelly.
When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it satisfies the senses amazingly.
I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.
Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?
Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.
The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.
Arrange whatever pieces come your way.
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.
You cannot find peace by avoiding life.
Mental fight means thinking against the current, not with it. It is our business to puncture gas bags and discover the seeds of truth.
As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.
The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.
The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
We are nauseated by the sight of trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print.
Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.
It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.
The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.
Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.
To enjoy freedom we have to control ourselves.
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