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“We so frequently feel that we are lacking in many qualities which another person apparently possesses; and then we furnish such a person with everything we oirselves possess and witj a certain idealistic complacemny in addition. And in this fashion a Happy Being is finished to perfection--the creature of our imagination.”

Quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Book:The Sorrows of Young Werther
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The Sorrows of Young Werther

The story follows Werther, a sensitive and idealistic young man, as he becomes deeply infatuated with a woman who is engaged to another. His emotional turmoil and eventual despair lead to tragic consequences. more

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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, born on August 28, 1749, and died on March 22, 1832, was a prominent German writer, thinker, and scientist. He is one of the greatest writers in German literary history and his works have had a profound impact on the world. His most famous works include 'Faust' and 'The Sorrows of Young Werther'. more

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