Inspirational Quotes by Thomas Carlyle
“Was it my fault, that, whilst the peculiar charms of her sister afforded me an agreeable entertainment, a passion for me was engendered in her feeble heart?”
“I'll see the sprouts in the morning when you wake up from sleep, and with glee look at the way the bright sun, I'll see it...And then I have no more desire for others the whole day. Everything, everything is covered with these expectations.”
“Father! Whom I do not know! Father! who filled all my soul and who has now turned His countenance away from me! Call me to You! Be silent no longer! Your silence will not stay this thirsting soul—and could a person, a father, be angry whose son, unexpectedly returning, threw himself on his neck and cried: Father! I have come back! Don’t be angry that I am breaking off the travels that you meant for me to endure longer. The world is everywhere the same, in effort and work, reward and joy, but what is that to me? I am only happy where you are, and it is before your countenance that I want to suffer and enjoy.—And You, dear heavenly Father, would turn him away from You?”
“Literature, so far as it is Literature, is an ‘apocalypse of Nature,’ a revealing of the ‘open secret.”
“If something be not done, something will do itself one day, and in a fashion that will please nobody”
“When new turns of behavior cease to appear in the life of the individual, its behavior ceases to be intelligent.”
“Democracy will prevail when men believe the vote of Judas as good as that of Jesus Christ”
“The illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean-tide, on which we and all the Universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle; a thing to strike us dumb—for we have no word to speak about it.”
topics: time
“Guai a coloro, dissi, che si servono dell'influenza che hanno su di un cuore per rapirgli le semplici gioie che esso sa procurare a se stesso!”
“So the restless traveler long at last for his native soil, finds his cottage in the arms of his wife, in the affection of his children, labor necessary for their support, all the happiness which he sought in vain the wild world”
topics: goethe
“It is a mathematical fact that the casting of this pebble from my hand alters the centre of gravity of the universe.”
“واحستراه! يا للخواء، يا للخواء المخيف الذى أحسه فى صدرى! لكم يخطر لى أحيانا، ليته يتاح لى مرة واحدة فحسب... أن أضمها إلى فؤادى، إذن لكان هذا الخواء المقيت المخيف خليقا أن يمتلئ!”
“بؤساً لأولئك الذين يتخذون من سلطانهم على بعض القلوب سبيلاً إلى حرمانها تلك المسرات البسيطة التي تُبعث فيها من تلقاء نفسها!! فلا التحف والهدايا،ولا الظرف والملاطفة،بمعوضة عن تلك اللحظة التي سعدنا فيها بأنفسنا فسممها ذلك الخائن بحقده وغيرته”
“But figure his thought, when Death is now clutching at his own heart-strings, unlooked for, inexorable! Yes, poor Louis, Death has found thee. No palace walls or life-guards, gorgeous tapestries or gilt buckram of stiffest ceremonial could keep him out; but he is here, here at thy very life-breath, and will extinguish it. Thou, whose whole existence hitherto was a chimera and scenic show, at length becomest a reality: sumptuous Versailles bursts asunder, like a dream, into void Immensity; Time is done, and all the scaffolding of Time falls wrecked with hideous clangour round thy soul: the pale Kingdoms yawn open; there must thou enter, naked, all unking'd, and await what is appointed thee! Unhappy man, there as thou turnest, in dull agony, on thy bed of weariness, what a thought is thine! Purgatory and Hell-fire, now all-too possible, in the prospect; in the retrospect,--alas, what thing didst thou do that were not better undone; what mortal didst thou generously help; what sorrow hadst thou mercy on? Do the 'five hundred thousand' ghosts, who sank shamefully on so many battle-fields from Rossbach to Quebec, that thy Harlot might take revenge for an epigram,--crowd round thee in this hour? Thy foul Harem; the curses of mothers, the tears and infamy of daughters? Miserable man! thou 'hast done evil as thou couldst:' thy whole existence seems one hideous abortion and mistake of Nature; the use and meaning of thee not yet known. Wert thou a fabulous Griffin, devouring the works of men; daily dragging virgins to thy cave;--clad also in scales that no spear would pierce: no spear but Death's? A Griffin not fabulous but real! Frightful, O Louis, seem these moments for thee.--We will pry no further into the horrors of a sinner's death-bed.”
topics: clarity
“A Dandy is a clothes-wearing Man, a Man whose trade, office and existence consists in the wearing of clothes.”
― Thomas Carlyle ,
from Sartor Resartus
“آه يا صديقي! لماذا لا ينبجس فيض العبقرية إلا نادرا جدا , ونادرا جدا ما يتدفق جدولا طاميا يغمر روحك المأخوذ؟ ذلك أنه علا كلا جانبي هذا الجدول القدسي أقام أناس باردون محترمون مساكنهم, ولذا يمكن أن تتأذى حدائق أزهارهم و بيوتهم الصيفية بفيضان ذلك المجرى المهيب , ومن ثم حفروا الخنادق , واقاموا المتاريس والسدود, كي يصدوا هذا الخطر الماحق”
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Thomas Carlyle was a Scottish satirical writer, essayist, historian and teacher during the Victorian era. He called economics "the dismal science", wrote articles for the Edinburgh Encyclopedia, and became a controversial social commentator.
Coming from a strict Calvinist family, Carlyle was expected by his parents to become a preacher, but while at the University of Edinburgh, he lost his Christian faith. Calvinist values, however, remained with him throughout his life. This combination of a religious temperament with loss of faith in traditional Christianity made Carlyle's work appealing to many Victorians who were grappling with scientific and political changes that threatened the traditional social order.