Alter | 76 Jahre (verstorben) |
Beruf | Diplomat, Politiker, Rechtsanwalt |
Geburtsdatum | Donnerstag, 03. April 1783 |
Geburtsort | New York City, New York, U.S. |
Todesdatum | Montag, 28. November 1859 |
Todesort | Tarrytown, New York |
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Beschreibung | Washington Irving (3. April 1783 – 28. November 1859) war ein US-amerikanischer Kurzgeschichtenschreiber, Essayist, Biograph, Historiker und Diplomat des frühen 19. Jahrhunderts. Er ist vor allem bekannt für seine Kurzgeschichten „Rip Van Winkle“ (1819) und „Die Legende von der schlafenden Schlucht“ (1820), die beide in seiner Sammlung The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. erschienen sind. Seine historischen Werke umfassen Biographien über Oliver Goldsmith, Muhammad und George Washington sowie mehrere Geschichtsschriften über das 15. Jahrhundert Spaniens, die sich mit Themen wie der Alhambra, Christopher Columbus und den Mauren befassen. Irving war in den 1840er Jahren als US-amerikanischer Botschafter in Spanien tätig. |
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
He is the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.
An inexhaustible good nature is one of the most precious gifts of heaven, spreading itself like oil over the troubled sea of thought, and keeping the mind smooth and equable in the roughest weather.
Honest good humor is the oil and wine of a merry meeting, and there is no jovial companionship equal to that where the jokes are rather small and laughter abundant.
Those men are most apt to be obsequious and conciliating abroad, who are under the discipline of shrews at home.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
After all, it is the divinity within that makes the divinity without and I have been more fascinated by a woman of talent and intelligence, though deficient in personal charms, than I have been by the most regular beauty.
Temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
There is never jealousy where there is not strong regard.
Acting provides the fulfillment of never being fulfilled. You're never as good as you'd like to be. So there's always something to hope for.
There is certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in traveling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place.
One of the greatest and simplest tools for learning more and growing is doing more.
Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune but great minds rise above them.
A woman's whole life is a history of the affections.
A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all.
Marriage is the torment of one, the felicity of two, the strife and enmity of three.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
