Auf Wiedersehen Quotes

İnsanlar vedalaşırken genellikle olayın sürekliliğini inkar eden sözler dile getirmeyi severler. Birbirlerinden ayrılırken ‘Auf Wiedersehen’, yani tekrar görüşene kadar, derler. Yeni bir araya gelme planları yapmakta çok aceleci davranırlar, ama bunu unutmakta daha acelecidirler. Ben bu tür insanlardan değilim. Gerçeği söylemeyi tercih ederim ki gerçek de büyük bir ihtimalle bir daha karşılaşmayacak olduğumuzdur.

There are many types of love in this world, Feliciano. Some are quiet, and comfortable, and smoulder softly. Some blaze brightly and fade fast. But some - and this is very rare - some burn forever. They change everything you ever thought you were, and at the same time, make you more yourself than you could ever be alone. Not everyone finds it. True, not everyone wants it. But if you do find it, or if it finds you, the whole world changes, and you realise that the true purpose of your being was simply to have been in that person’s life, and them in yours.

Say 'auf wiedersehen' to your nazi balls.

From now on, we will greet each other with ‘Heil Hitler’.” No more ‘Good morning, or ‘Good day’, and also no more ‘Auf Wiedersehen’ (Good Bye). These are greetings of the past and for the uninspired, and will not be tolerated. If you want to be a German, then your greeting is ‘Heil Hitler’.

From now on, we will greet each other with ‘Heil Hitler’. No more ‘Good morning, or ‘Good day’, and also no more ‘Auf Wiedersehen’ (Good Bye). These are greetings of the past and for the uninspired, and will not be tolerated. If you want to be a German, then your greeting is ‘Heil Hitler’.

Though it isn't customary to say goodbye to the reader at the end of a book, I feel that I can't end this account without also saying goodbye to you. It has turned out to be a book of goodbyes. I can only suppose I needed to say those goodbyes at length, to analyze the reasons or them and to understand them a little better. As you have been my companion on this journey, indeed my audience, the very reason for this exercise, I find myself suddenly bereft at the thought of parting ways with you too. As you have the advantage over me, in knowing more about my life than I will ever know about yours, I can only write in generalities when I wish you good fortune in all things in the future. As well as from the bottom of my heart, to bid you auf Wiedersehen and adieu. If there are tears in my eyes as I write this, they are for you. Arrivederci.

Und dann umarmte ich sie einfach. Alvas Hände umfassten meinen Rücken, und mit einem Mal fiel mir auf, wie ausgehungert ich all die Jahre gewesen war. Sie ließ mich nicht los, oder ich nicht sie. Ich glaube, wir standen eine volle Minute regungslos, einander fest umarmend auf dem Bahnsteig, und mir wurde bewusst, dass wir uns nach diesem Abend nicht mehr wiedersehen würden. Weil meine Zeit mit ihr unweigerlich in der Vergangenheit lag und weil ich das nicht ertrug.

Ich glaube nicht, dass ich sie je wiedersehen werde. Ich werde sie nie wieder sehen, hören, berühren, in den Armen halten, ihr zuhören, mit ihr lachen; nie wieder auf ihre Schritte horchen, lächeln, wenn eine Tür aufgeht; nie wieder ihren Körper an meinen, meinen an ihren drücken. Ich glaube auch nicht, dass wir uns in entmaterialisierter Form wiedertreffen. Ich glaube, tot ist tot.

Ljudi se uglavnom vezuju za ono što doživljavaju kao lijepo, upravljani estetikom određenog vremena koje diktira estetiku tog i takvog vremena i socijalnog okruženja. Meni je bilo lijepo ono što nikome nije. Ono u čemu drugi često vide ružno i nakaradno. Etika i estetika. Ima li na svijetu išta goreg od ta dva giganta među pojmovima? Etika suvremenog življenja u stopu je pratila estetiku razaranja. I obratno.

Nisam vjerovala u slučajnosti. Događa se ono što se ne može izbjeći. Namjerno ili slučajno, svejedno.

It must happen all the time. All around the world, every day, in every country, people must say a cheery goodbye or au revoir or auf wiedersehen to a loved one, with no inkling that it was the last time they would be able to do so. It was probably a good thing; if we knew how close disaster was, if we worried that each goodbye would be the last, we would never do anything. We'd be paralysed by fear.

Man kann sagen, daß von diesem Augenblick an die Pest uns alle betraf. Bis jetzt war jeder Bürger trotz der Überraschung und der Besorgnis, die diese merkwürdigen Ereignisse mit sich brachten, an seinem gewohnten Platz seiner Arbeit nachgegangen, so gut er konnte. Und das mußte zweifellos so bleiben. Aber als nun die Tore geschlossen waren, merkten sie, daß sie alle, auch der Erzähler, in der gleichen Falle saßen und daß sie sich damit abfinden mußten. So geschah es zum Beispiel, daß ein so urpersönliches Gefühl wie das der Trennung von einem geliebten Menschen plötzlich, und schon in den ersten Wochen, ein ganzes Volk erfüllte und zusammen mit der Angst das größte Leid dieser langen Zeit der Verbannung bildete. Eine der auffälligsten Folgen der geschlossenen Tore war in der Tat die jähe Trennung, die die Leute unvorbereitet traf. Mütter und Kinder, Ehegatten, Liebespaare, die sich vor wenigen Tagen auf kurze Zeit getrennt, die sich auf dem Bahnsteig mit zwei oder drei Ermahnungen verabschiedet hatten, in der Gewißheit, daß sie sich in ein paar Tagen oder Wochen wiedersehen würden, die sich, erfüllt vom blinden Vertrauen der Menschen, durch diese Abreise kaum von ihren gewohnten Gedankengängen ablenken ließen, sie alle waren mit einem Schlag hoffnungslos weit entfernt voneinander, unfähig, zusammenzukommen oder miteinander zu verkehren.

Christian growled in anger at his wife’s unreasonable temper. “Fine, Adara. Whenever you decide to grow up and act responsibly, I shall be in our tent.” “Me, irresponsible? You’re the one who wants to run away. So go. Leave. Creta. Au revior. Bon voyage. Auf Wiedersehen. Vaarwel. Arrivederci… ” Christian glared at her even though she wasn’t even looking at him. “I understood you the first time.” “Then why are you still here?

Born on March 20, 1971, she celebrated her 100th birthday this past March. During the war she toured the battle zones, where British forces were fighting by giving concerts for the troops. The songs most remembered from that era are We'll Meet Again, The White Cliffs of Dover, A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square and There'll Always Be an England. During the Second World War she earned the title of “the Allied Forces Sweetheart.” And in 1945 she was awarded the British War Medal and the Burma Star for her untiring devotion to the Crown and the men in uniform. As a songwriter and actress, her recordings and performances were enormously popular. This popularity remained solid after the war with recording of Auf Wiedersehen Sweetheart, My Son, My Son and I Love This Land, which was released to mark the end of the Falklands War. In 2009, at age 92, she became the oldest living artist to top the UK Albums Chart, with We'll Meet Again, The Very Best of Vera Lynn. Commemorating her 100th birthday she released the album Vera Lynn 100, in 2017, which number 3 on the charts, making her the oldest recording artist in the world and the first centenarian performer to have an album in the charts. Vera Lynn devoted much time working with wounded ex-servicemen, disabled children, and breast cancer. She is held in great affection by veterans of the Second World War and in 2000 was named the Briton who best exemplified the spirit of the 20th century.

People do terrible things in this world, Feliciano. Things I will never forget, and never understand. And that's why we have to hold onto the beautiful things.

No one is strong enough to control everything.

But it was a longer journey than that. A journey that had started four years ago, on a warm winter afternoon, when a kind German officer with sky-blue eyes first gazed down at Feliciano in the sunlight. A journey Feliciano had remembered and recreated so many times it seemed almost fantastical. Speeches of flying and lavender and loyalty; words spoken in too-lyrical German and too-strong Italian. Stolen glances and songs of resistance, language lessons and soccer games beneath a gnarled old oak tree. Falling against Ludwig's military jacket in a narrow alley that echoed with gunshots; wearing that very same jacket, studded with green leaves and rosemary, during a simple, calm, beautiful walk into the hills. Every day of waiting, every hour of not knowing, every endless second of being without the person Feliciano needed more than anything else in the entire world. All of it had led him here. Every step Feliciano had taken for the last four years had led him here.

People do terrible things in this world, Feliciano. Things I will never forget, and never understand. And that's why we have to hold onto the beautiful things.

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Colonel Ludwig Krug, telephoned his commander, General Wilhelm Richter. ‘Herr General,’ he said, ‘the enemy are on top of my bunker. They are demanding my surrender. I have no means of resisting and no contact with my own men. What am I to do?’ There was a long pause down the line. General Richter had received nothing but bad news all day. ‘Herr Oberst,’ he replied, ‘I can no longer give you any orders. You must act on your own judgment. Auf Wiedersehen.

Take care of her. That is the most important thing." "Auf Wiedersehen." She leaned down to kiss Ania's cheek. "Mach's gut," Ania said, and caught her hand. Make it good -- an old expression her mother had used.

Enjoy your time in Germany, Herr Lawrence. Auf Wiedersehen.”  “Off-feet-a-sing,” he replied.