“Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.”
More from Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“Poetry, dreams, desire, everything leads me to you.”
“We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.”
“The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.”
“All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own.”