Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht Quotes

On golden chairs Sitting at ease, you paid for the songs which we chanted To those less lucky. You paid us for drying their tears And for comforting all those whom you had wounded.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

War is like love, it always finds a way.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

The rain Never falls upwards. When the wound Stops hurting What hurts is The scar.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

Society cannot share a common communication system so long as it is split into warring factions.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

Show interest in her goodness for no one can be good for long if goodness is not in demand.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

And I always thought: the very simplest words Must be enough. When I say what things are like Everyone's heart must be torn to shreds. That you'll go down if you don't stand up for yourself Surely you see that.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

High above the lake a bomber flies. From the rowing boats Children look up, women, an old man. From a distance They appear like young starlings, their beaks Wide open for food.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

Every day, to earn my daily bread I go to the market where lies are bought Hopefully I take up my place among the sellers.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

This is the year which people will talk about This is the year which people will be silent about. The old see the young die. The foolish see the wise die. The earth no longer produces, it devours. The sky hurls down no rain, only iron.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

In the dark times Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing About the dark times.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

The man who laughs has simply not yet had the terrible news.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

General, man is very useful. He can fly and he can kill. But he has one defect: He can think.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

General, your tank is a powerful vehicle it smashes down forests and crushes a hundred men. but it has one defect: it needs a driver.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

Their peace and their war Are like wind and storm. War grows from their peace.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

Little changes are the enemies of great changes.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

The headlong stream is termed violent But the river bed hemming it in is Termed violent by no one.

Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht

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