The lotus flower is troubled
At the suns resplendent light;
With sunken head and sadly
She dreamily waits for the night. – Heinrich Heine
The Wedding March always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle. – Heinrich Heine
Every man, either to his terror or consolation, has some sense of religion. – Heinrich Heine
In the marvellous month of May
when all the buds were bursting,
then in my heart did
love arise.
In the marvellous month of May
when all the birds were singing,
then did I reveal to her
my yearning and longing. – Heinrich Heine