Georg Trakl Quotes

Top 13 wise famous quotes and sayings by Georg Trakl

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Georg Trakl quotes: Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters. Earlier lives drift by on silver soles, and the shadows of the damned descend into these sighing waters.
Georg Trakl quotes: The thrush called strangeness into the sunset. The thrush called strangeness into the sunset.
Georg Trakl quotes: Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower. Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.
Georg Trakl quotes: Cold metal walks across my forehead,spiders search for my heart.It is a light that goes out in my mouth ... Cold metal walks across my forehead,
spiders search for my heart.
It is a light that goes out in my mouth ...
Georg Trakl quotes: A whore who with icy shudders gives birth to a small dead child. A whore who with icy shudders gives birth to a small dead child.
Georg Trakl quotes: I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods. I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.
Georg Trakl quotes: The guilt of newborns is immense. The guilt of newborns is immense.
Georg Trakl quotes: For whoever is lonely there is a tavern. For whoever is lonely there is a tavern.
Georg Trakl quotes: The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels. The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.
Georg Trakl quotes: Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs. Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs.
Georg Trakl quotes: Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls. Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.
Georg Trakl quotes: When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood. When we are thirsty, we drink the white waters of the pool, the sweetness of our mournful childhood.