71 ordspråk av Heinrich Heine
Heinrich Heine
Matrimony, - the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented
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Music played at weddings always reminds me of the music played for soldiers before they go into battle
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Music played at weddings always reminds me of the music played for soldiers before they go into battle
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Oh what lies lurk in kisses!
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Oh, they loved dearly: their souls kissed, they kissed with their eyes, they were both but one single kiss.
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Oh, what lies there are in kisses.
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Oh, what lies there are in kisses.
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One should forgive one's enemies, but not before they are hanged
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Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid.
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Out of my great sorrows I make my little songs
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permanent revolution.
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Poverty sits by the cradle of all our great men, and rocks them up to manhood; and this meager foster-mother remains their faithful companion throughout life
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Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all
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Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all
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Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.
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