Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht Quotes

When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out "stop!" When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

The plum tree in the yard's so small It's hardly like a tree at all. Yet there it is, railed round To keep it safe and sound. The poor thing can't grow any more Though if it could it would for sure. There's nothing to be done It gets too little sun.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

Events cast long shadows before. One such event would be a war. But how are shadows to be seen When total darkness fills the screen?

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

Play your part creatively in all the struggles Of men of your time, thereby Helping, with the seriousness of study and the cheerfulness of knowledge To turn the struggle into common experience and Justice into a passion.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

People will observe you to see How well you have observed. The man who only observes himself however never gains Knowledge of men. He is too anxious To hide himself from himself. And nobody is Cleverer than he himself is.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

With drooping shoulders The majority sit hunched, their foreheads furrowed like Stony ground that has been repeatedly ploughed-up to no purpose.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

Of all the works of man I like best Those which have been used. The copper pots with their dents and flattened edges The knives and forks whose wooden handles Have been worn away by many hands: such forms Seemed to me the noblest.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

All the gang of those who rule us Hope our quarrels never stop Helping them to split and fool us So they can remain on top.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

Spring is noticed, if at all By people sitting in railway trains.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

Come in, dear wind, and be our guest You too have neither home nor rest.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

Here today we huddle tight As the darkest heathens might The snow falls chilly on our skin The snow is forcing its way in. Hush, snow, come in with us to dwell: We were thrown out by Heaven as well.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

Oh the harsh snarl of guitar strings roaring! Heavenly distensions of our throats! Trousers stiff with dirt and love! Such whoring! Long green slimy nights: we were like stoats.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

Worship with fulness of heart the weak memory of heaven! It cannot trace Either your name or your face Nobody knows you're still living.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

And when she was finished they laid her in earth Flowers growing, butterflies juggling over her... She, so light, barely pressed the earth down How much pain it took to make her as light as that!

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

Oh why do we not say the important things, it would be so easy, and we are damned because we do not.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

Art and science coincide insofar as both aim to improve the lives of men and women. The latter normally concerns itself with profit, the former with pleasure. In the coming age, art will fashion our entertainment out of new means of productivity in ways that will simultaneously enhance our profit and maximize our pleasure.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

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