Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

The Sorrows of Werther Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

The young men were gay, and full of spirits. Albert is arrived. Were he the best and most perfect of men, were I in every respect his inferior, it would not be less insupportable to me to see him in possession of so many charms, so many perfections. I have seen him, my dear friend; I have seen this happy husband; he is a well-bred worthy man, whom one cannot help liking. How things have since changed! Then, in happy ignorance, I languished after a world I did not know, and where I hoped to find all the enjoyments my heart so often felt the want of; and now I was returned from that world so much desired - and what, my dear friend, did I bring back? Disappointed hopes, unsuccessful plans. My sufferings are great: I have lost the only charm of my life; that active sacred power, which created worlds around me - it is no more.