Thomas Mann Quotes That Will Inspire You to Live Your Best Life

1. A harmful truth is better than a useful lie. The Magic Mountain

2. He took in the squeaky music, the vulgar and pining melodies, because passion immobilizes good taste and seriously considers what soberly would be thought of as funny and to be resented. Death in Venice and Other Tales

3. It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death. The Magic Mountain

4. Laughter is a sunbeam of the soul. The Magic Mountain

5. Nothing is more curious and awkward than the relationship of two people who only know each other with their eyes — who meet and observe each other daily, even hourly and who keep up the impression of disinterest either because of morals or because of a mental abnormality. Between them there is listlessness and pent-up curiosity, the hysteria of an unsatisfied, unnaturally suppressed need for communion and also a kind of tense respect. Because man loves and honors man as long as he is not able to judge him, and desire is a product of lacking knowledge. Death in Venice and Other Tales

6. Nothing is more curious and awkward than the relationship of two people who only know each other with their eyes — who meet and observe each other daily, even hourly and who keep up the impression of disinterest either because of morals or because of a mental abnormality. Between them there is listlessness and pent-up curiosity, the hysteria of an unsatisfied, unnaturally suppressed need for communion and also a kind of tense respect. Because man loves and honors man as long as he is not able to judge him, and desire is a product of lacking knowledge. Death in Venice and Other Tales

7. And life? Life itself? Was it perhaps only an infection, a sickening of matter? Was that which one might call the original procreation of matter only a disease, a growth produced by morbid stimulation of the immaterial? The first step toward evil, toward desire and death, was taken precisely then, when there took place that first increase in the density of the spiritual, that pathologically luxuriant morbid growth, produced by the irritant of some unknown infiltration; this, in part pleasurable, in part a motion of self-defense, was the primeval stage of matter, the transition from the insubstantial to the substance. This was the Fall. The Magic Mountain

8. Forbearance in the face of fate, beauty constant under torture, are not merely passive. They are a positive achievement, an explicit triumph. Death in Venice and Other Tales

9. Ist es nicht groß und gut, daß die Sprache nur ein Wort hat für alles, vom Frömmsten bis zum Fleischlich-Begierigsten, was man darunter verstehen kann? Das ist vollkommene Eindeutigkeit in der Zweideutigkeit, denn Liebe kann nicht unkörperlich sein in der äußersten Frömmigkeit und nicht unfromm in der äußersten Fleischlichkeit, sie ist immer sie selbst, als verschalgene Lebensfreundlichkeit wie als höchste Passion, sie ist die Sympathie mit dem Organischen, das rührend wollüstige Umfangen des zur Verwesung Bestimmten, - Caritas ist gewiß noch in der bewunderungsvollsten oder wüstesten Leidenschaft. The Magic Mountain

10. No, not of course at all—it is really all hocus-pocus. The days lengthen in the winter-time, and when the longest comes, the twenty-first of June, the beginning of summer, they begin to go downhill again, toward winter. You call that ‘of course’; but if one once loses hold of the fact that it is of course, it is quite frightening, you feel like hanging on to something. It seems like a practical joke—that spring begins at the beginning of winter, and autumn at the beginning of summer. You feel you’re being fooled, led about in a circle, with your eye fixed on something that turns out to be a moving point. A moving point in a circle. For the circle consists of nothing but such transitional points without any extent whatever; the curvature is incommensurable, there is no duration of motion, and eternity turns out to be not ‘straight ahead’ but ‘merry-go-round’! The Magic Mountain

11. Nothing is stranger or more ticklish than a relationship between people who know each other only by sight, who meet and observe each other daily - no hourly - and are nevertheless compelled to keep up the pose of an indifferent stranger, neither greeting nor addressing each other, whether out of etiquette or their own whim. Death in Venice

12. The diaries of opium-eaters record how, during the brief period of ecstasy, the drugged person's dreams have a temporal scope of ten, thirty, sometimes sixty years or even surpass all limits of man's ability to experience time--dreams, that is, whose imaginary time span vastly exceeds their actual duration and which are characterized by an incredible diminishment of the experience of time, with images thronging past so swiftly that, as one hashish-smoke puts it, the intoxicated user's brain seems "to have something removed, like the mainspring from a broken watch. The Magic Mountain

13. Você segue e segue mais adiante…e de uma caminhada como essa jamais voltará a tempo, pois você escapa ao tempo e o tempo escapa de você. Magic Mountain

14. We do not like final knowledge, because knowledge, Phaedo, has no dignity or severity: it knows, understands, forgives, without attitude; it is sympathetic to the abyss, it is the abyss. Therefore we deny it and instead seek beauty, simplicity, greatness and severity, of objectivity and form. But form and objectivity, Phaedo, lead the noble one to intoxication and desire, to horrible emotional transgressions rejected by his beautiful severity, lead to the abyss. Us poets, I say, it leads there, for we are unable to elevate ourselves, instead we can only transgress. Death in Venice

15. We do not like final knowledge, because knowledge, Phaedo, has no dignity orseverity: it knows, understands, forgives, without attitude; it is sympathetic to theabyss, it is the abyss. Therefore we deny it and instead seek beauty, simplicity,greatness and severity, of objectivity and form. But form and objectivity, Phaedo,lead the noble one to intoxication and desire, to horrible emotional transgressionsrejected by his beautiful severity, lead to the abyss. Us poets, I say, it leads there,for we are unable to elevate ourselves, instead we can only transgress. Death in Venice