Nature is an aeolian harp, a musical instrument whose tones are the re-echo of higher strings within us.
You are alone with everything you love. - Novalis
You are alone with everything you love.
- Novalis
Friendship, love, and piety ought to be handled with a sort of mysterious secrecy; they ought to be spoken of only in the rare moments of perfect con… - Novalis
Friendship, love, and piety ought to be handled with a sort of mysterious secrecy; they ought to be spoken of only in the rare moments of perfect con…
In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order. - Novalis
In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.
We are more closely connected to the invisible than to the visible. - Novalis
We are more closely connected to the invisible than to the visible.
To romanticize the world is to make us aware of the magic, mystery and wonder of the world; it is to educate the senses to see the ordinary as extrao… - Novalis
To romanticize the world is to make us aware of the magic, mystery and wonder of the world; it is to educate the senses to see the ordinary as extrao…
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. - Novalis
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
A hero is one who knows how to hang on one minute longer. - Novalis
A hero is one who knows how to hang on one minute longer.
The mysterious path goes inward. It is in us, and not anywhere else, where the eternity of the worlds, the past and the future are found. - Novalis
The mysterious path goes inward. It is in us, and not anywhere else, where the eternity of the worlds, the past and the future are found.
Where are we really going? Always home. - Novalis
Where are we really going? Always home.
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