Showing posts with label Stefan Zweig. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stefan Zweig. Show all posts
"Silence covers everything like a golden dust, except for a miniature summer concert: the thin violin of the gnats and the dusky cello of a bumblebee caught between the windowpanes."

The Post-Office Girl by Stefan Zweig translated by Joel Rotenburg

"I am recording my experience only in order to have it securely and, so to speak, objectively fixed before me, to enjoy it again in my emotions while at the same time understanding it intellectually. It was quite wrong, quite untrue when I said just now that I wanted to draw a line under it by writing it down; on the contrary, I want to make what I lived through all too quickly even more alive, to have it warm and breathing beside me, so that I can clasp it to me again and again."

Fantastic Night & other stories by Stefan Zweig