Henryk Sienkiewicz citáty

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„Stáří a bezmocnost jsou smutní druhové posledních let života.“

„Lež stejně jako olej plave na povrchu pravdy.“

„Hudebník, který chce, aby jeho nástroj byl nejvíc slyšet, je záhubou každého orchestru.“

„Je lehké najít si milenku a udržet si přítele. Těžší však je najít si přítele a udržet si milenku.“

„Milovat nestačí, je třeba také umět milovat a umět naučit lásce.“

„Čím je spisovatel lepší, tím méně literárně píše.“

„Doktríny neopíjejí o nic méně než alkohol.“

„Kdo má své místo na vrcholu sopky, je vždycky v nebezpečí.“

„Politikové dělají vždy stejnou chybu - říkají: To je hloupé, a proto nemožné. Měli by raději říkat: Je to hloupé, a proto možné.“

„Ženy neodpouštějí mužům omyly, kterých se sami dopustí.“

„I největší tvůrčí génius plodí bezvýznamnosti, totiž své epigony.“

„Jsme národ od základu demoralizovaný a zkrachovalý. Cizinci, který by něco takového tvrdil, bych vyrazil zuby, ale mezi námi řečeno – tak tomu je (…)“

„Člověk najde ve světě vždycky snadněji filozofování než dobrou radu.“

„Bohatý si může dovolit všechno, dokonce i ctnostný život.“

„Štěstí je vždy tam, kde je člověk vidí.“

„Pomoc má člověk očekávat jen odtud, odkud může přijít.“

“Do not be afraid, Leon, — I feel much better; but in case anything should happen to me I wanted to leave you something to remember me by. Perhaps I ought not to say it so soon after my husband's death; but as I might die, I wanted to tell you now that I loved you very, very much.”

“I often think that Aniela does me a great wrong, not to say that she calls things by wrong names. She considers my love a mere earthly feeling, an infatuation of the senses. I do not deny that it is composed of various threads, but there are among them some as purely ideal as if spun of poetry. Very often my senses are lulled to sleep, and I love her as one loves only in early youth. Then the second self within me mocks, and says derisively: "I had no idea you could love like a schoolboy or a romanticist!"”

“I felt within me a boundless wealth of this almost mystic love, and a belief that this earthly chrysalis would come forth in another world a butterfly, which, detached from all earthly conditions would soar from planet to planet, till it became united to the spirit of All-Life. For the first time the thought crossed my mind that Aniela and I may pass away as bodies, but our love will survive and even be our immortality. "Who knows," I thought, "whether this be not the only existing form of immortality?" — because I felt distinctly that there is something everlasting in my feeling, quite distinct from the ever changing phenomena of life.”

“Kromitzki is dead! The catastrophe has come upon us like a thunderbolt. God keep Aniela from any harm in her present state.”

“There is now resentment in my love. The thought is troubling my mind that she has a narrow heart, and that in this lies the secret of her unyieldingness. To-day, when I come to think it over more calmly, I go back to the conviction that she has some feeling for me, composed of gratitude, pity, and memories of the past; but it has no active power, cannot rise above prejudice, — even to the avowal of its existence. It does not respect itself, hides, is ashamed of itself, and in comparison with mine is as the mustard-seed to those Alps which surround us. From Aniela one may expect that she will restrict it rather than let it grow. It is of no use to hope or watch for anything from her; that conviction makes me very wretched.”

“I know from experience that to one who thinks much and feels deeply, it often seems that he has only to put down his thoughts and feelings in order to produce something altogether out of the common; yet as soon as he sets to work he falls into a certain mannerism of style and common phraseology; his thoughts do not come spontaneously, and one might almost say that it is not the mind that directs the pen, but the pen leads the mind into common, empty artificiality.”

“Aniela knows perfectly that I live for her only, exist through her; that all my thoughts belong to her, my actions have only her in view; that she is to me an issue of life and death; and in spite of all that she calmly decides to go away. Whether I should perish or beat my head against the wall, she never so much as considered. She will be more at ease when she ceases to see me writhing like a beetle stuck on a pin; she will be no longer afraid of my kissing her feet furtively, or startling that virtuous conscience. How can she hesitate when such excellent peace can be got, at so small a price as cutting somebody's throat! Thoughts like these spun across my brain by thousands.”