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Quote by Max Muller

“Every life has its years in which one progresses as on a tedious and dusty street of poplars, without caring to know where he is.”

Quote by Max Muller

Work

This book delves into the intricate tapestry of memories, examining how they shape identity and influence the present and future. more

Author

Max Müller, a German philologist, was born on December 6, 1823, and died on October 28, 1900. He made significant contributions to the fields of comparative linguistics, Sanskrit studies, and Eastern philosophy. more

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“I was so astonished that another had penetrated so deeply into the secrets of my soul, and that he knew what I did not know myself, that when I recovered from it he had already been long upon the street.”

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“Thus one memory follows another until the waves dash together over our heads, and a deep sigh swells the breast, which warns us that we have forgotten to breathe in the midst of these pure thoughts.”

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“What is emitted from the divine, though it be only like the reflection from the fire, still has the divine reality in itself, and one might almost ask what were the fire without glow, the sun without light, or the Creator without the creature?”

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“And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men right and left pass us by and know us not, a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.”

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“I was shortly again at the castle, and the Princess gave me her hand to kiss and then brought her children, the young princes and princesses, and we played together, as if we had known each other for years.”

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“Not far from our house, and opposite the old church with the golden cross, stood a large building, even larger than the church, and having many towers.”

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