51 Inspiring Quotes By Novalis That Will Lift Your Spirits

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.

  

Philosophy is really nostalgia, the desire to be at home.

  

Life must not be a novel that is given to us, but one that is made by us.

Life

  

Where are we really going? Always home.

  

In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.

  

A hero is one who knows how to hang on one minute longer.

  

Every disease is a musical problem; every cure is a musical solution.

  

The artist stands on the human being as a statue does on a pedestal.

  

One should, when overwhelmed by the shadow of a giant, move aside and see if the colossal shadow isn't merely that of a pygmy blocking out the sun.

  

We are close to waking when we dream that we are dreaming.

  

Our life is no dream, but it should and will perhaps become one.

Life

  

Humanity is a comic role.

  

To philosophize means to make vivid.

  

Knowledge is only one half. Faith is the other.

  

One can not understand language because language cannot understand itself; does not want to understand

  

Philosophy is really homesickness: the urge to be at home everywhere.

  

Humanity is the higher meaning of our planet, the nerve that connects this part of it with the upper world, the eye it raises to heaven.

  

Play is experimenting with chance.

  

Genius in general is poetic. Where genius has been active it has been poetically active. The truly moral person is a poet.

  

Every individual is the center of a system of emanation.

  

There is an energy which springs from sickness and debility: it has a more powerful effect than the real, but, sadly, expires in an even greater infirmity.

  

Perceptibility is a kind of attentiveness.

  

But even more heavenly than the flashing stars are those infinite eyes which the night opens within us, and which see further even than the palest of those innumerable hosts.

  

Wer Schmetterlinge lachen hört, der weiß wie Wolken schmecken.

  

Man has his being in truth--if he sacrifices truth he sacrifices himself. Whoever betrays truth betrays himself. It is not a question of lying--but of acting against one's conviction.

  

And now I awaken, for I am both yours and mine.

  

Longing for Death Down into the womb of the earth, Out of the kingdom of light, Anger, pain, and a savage blow Signal the happy departure.

  

Novels arise out of the shortcomings of history.

  

Whoever sees life other than as a self-destroying illusion is himself still preoccupied with life. Life must not be a novel that is given to us, but one that is made by us.

Life

  

The process of history is combustion.

  

Everything is seed.

  

What delights, what pleasures does your life offer you that outweigh the raptures of death?

Life

  

Up to now our thinking was either purely mechanical - discursive - atomistic - or purely intuitive - dynamic. Perhaps now the time for union has come?

Time

  

Light had its allotted time; but timeless and infinite is the reign of the night − the duration of sleep eternal.

  

I show that I have understood a writer only when I can act in his spirit, when, without constricting his individuality, I can translate him and change him in diverse ways.

  

Our body is a moulded river

  

Life is the beginning of death. Life is for the sake of death. Death is at once the end and the beginning—at once separation and closer union of the self. Through death the reduction is complete

Life

  

Ohne die Träume würden wir gewiss früher alt.

  

The most intimate community of all knowledge—the republic of learning is the high purpose of scholars.

  

Many books are longer than they seem. They have indeed no end. The boredom that they cause is truly absolute and infinite.

  

Apparently, we go forward.

  

I live all the daytime In faith and in might And in holy fire I die every night.

  

One makes a great error if one believes there are 'ancients.' Only now is antiquity starting to arise. It arises in the eyes and soul of the artist.

  

Holy sleep, do not so seldom bring happiness to the night’s beloved in this earthly labour of the day.

  

True anarchy is the generative element of religion. Out of the annihilation of all existing institutions she raises her glorious head, as the new foundress of the world.

  

Flight from the communal spirit is death!

  

Doing philosophy is only a threefold or double kind of waking--being awake--consciousness.

  

Toda enfermedad puede llamarse enfermedad del alma.

  

Novels arise out of the shortcoings of history.

  

The greatest of sorcerers would be the one who would cast a spell on himself to the degree of taking his own phantasmagoria for autonomous apparitions. Might that not be our case?

  

The seat of the soul is where the inner world and the outer world meet. Where they overlap, it is in every point of the overlap.