Love is also like a coconut which is good while it is fresh, but you have to spit it out when the juice is gone, what’s left tastes bitter.
BERTOLT BRECHTFirst feed the face, then talk right and wrong.
More Bertolt Brecht Quotes
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The first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered. But when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the butchery, a blanket of silence spread.
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Pleasures First look from morning’s window The rediscovered book Fascinated faces Snow, the change of the seasons
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Who struggles can fail. Who doesn’t struggle has already failed!
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With drooping shoulders The majority sit hunched, their foreheads furrowed like Stony ground that has been repeatedly ploughed-up to no purpose.
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Writers can’t write as fast as governments make wars; because to write demands thinking.
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Oh! Moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We’ve lost our good old mama And must have whiskey Oh, you know why!
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I’m in good form, taking no interest in things, neglecting clothes, meals, company, and feeling calm and stable as I write.
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Nowadays, anyone who wishes to combat lies and ignorance and to write the truth must overcome at least five difficulties.
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People are too durable, that’s their main trouble. They can do too much to themselves, they last too long.
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Literary works cannot be taken over like factories, or literary forms of expression like industrial methods.
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Poverty makes you sad as well as wise.
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There must always be some who are brighter and some who are stupider, the latter make up for it by being better workers.
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The defeats and victories of the fellows at the top aren’t always defeats and victories for the fellows at the bottom.
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Poverty makes you wise but it’s a curse.
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I was called up in the war and sent to a hospital. I dressed wounds, applied iodine, gave enemas, did blood transfusions. If the doctor ordered: “Brecht, amputate a leg!”, I would reply, “Certainly, Your Excellency!”, and cut off the leg. If I was told, “Perform a trepanning!”
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