Stefan Zweig Quotes

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

We all go to our grave thinking that we will never be forgotten, and we are forgotten ten minutes later.

Oh, I'll be forgotten too, don't worry.

As Beckett said, it's not enough to die, one has to be forgotten as well.

I don't give a toss about being remembered after my death.

I don't care much whether people remember me or not. If people remember, well and good. If they don't remember, it's alright - I'm dead anyway.

When I'm dead are they going to remember me ? I don't really think about it, it's up to them. When I'm dead, who cares ? I don't.

So long as one person remembers you, you'll never really be dead.

There will come a time when nobody reads my books and no one remembers who I was. And in the meantime, I'll do it my way.

We live, we die, we are remembered, we are forgotten.

To set one's name to a work gives no one a title to be remembered, for who knows how many of the best of men have gone without a trace? The iniquity of oblivion blindly scatters her poppyseed and when wretchedness falls upon us one summer's day like snow, all we wish for is to be forgotten.

To be forgotten, is to die a little.

Oblivion is the rule and fame the exception, of humanity.

Just to be remembered is good enough for me. Lots of people are forgotten.

My biggest fear in life is to be forgotten.

When I die, and people realize that I will not be resurrected in three days, they will forget me. That is the way it should be.

I am convinced that it is not the fear of death, of our lives ending that haunts our sleep so much as the fear... that as far as the world is concerned, we might as well never have lived.

The only 'afterlife' is what other people remember of you.

We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

I know that after my death a pile of rubbish will be heaped on my grave, but the wind of History will sooner or later sweep it away without mercy.

We all die. The goal isn't to live forever. It is to create something that will.

I could still be forgotten when I'm dead. I don't really care what happens when I'm dead.

We're not really afraid to die. We're only afraid of being forgotten. We know that we'll be forgotten, and the idea is unbearable, don't you agree? As time passes we become infrequent visitors in the minds of those left behind. The ones who clear out the house & divide up the belongings. Throw away the rubbish. And forget. If we knew that every evening someone lit a candle and sat down to think – thought about is if only for a few seconds – then we could depart this earth in peace. No-one will light a candle for me. Who would do that?

How prudently most men creep into nameless graves, while now and then one or two forget themselves into immortality.

What I fear is not being forgotten after my death, but, rather, not being enough forgotten. As we were saying, it is not our books that survive, but our poor lives that linger in the histories.