One of the most famous people to suffer from love: Who is Young Werther?

He gets along well with the residents of the city, plays games with the children, takes long walks, and embraces life to the core.

Well, for those of us who read the novel or know the ending, what brought Werther to the point of ending his own life? How could a man so in love with life kill himself?

The Sorrows of Young Werther (German: Die Leiden des jungen Werthers) is a 1774 epistolary novel by Johann Wolfgang Goethe, which appeared as a revised edition in 1787. It was one of the main novels in the Sturm und Drang period in German literature, and influenced the later Romantic movement. Goethe, aged 24 at the time, finished Werther in five and a half weeks of intensive writing in January to March 1774. It instantly placed him among the foremost international literary celebrities and was among the best known of his works.

The Sorrows of Young Werther (German: Die Leiden des jungen Werthers) is a letter novel written in 1774 and in two weeks by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832). Goethe was 25 years old when he wrote this novel. After the novel's release, many suicides were encountered, and the streets of Germany were exposed to a "Werther epidemic", and emotional young people wearing blue jackets and yellow trousers invaded the streets.

Werther is a hero of Goethe's novel.

The beginning of Werther's end, Lotte.

The beautiful Lotte…

Werther can't get Lotte out of his mind from the first moment he sees her.

In his first conversation with her, he realizes what a big place Lotte will have in his life.

Lotte is a noble young woman who tries not to make her younger siblings feel the absence of their mother and tries to be a mother to them with great devotion.

On the other hand, Lotte is engaged to someone else. Werther learns this before he even sees Lotte. However, on the first day they met him, hearing this truth from Lotte's mouth while dancing with Lotte at the party they went to, is quite confusing to Werther. However, this does not cause Werther to hold back, and each time they meet with Lotte, he becomes more attracted to her.

The time spent with Lotte is so precious to Werther that in the letters he wrote to his friend, we can understand how a man in love thinks, eats, sleeps, and Werther's mood is completely passed on to the reader.

Later, Werther also meets Lotte's fiancee, Albert, and the trio spend a lot of time together. Werther said of Albert, “He's a smart, well-behaved man who needs to be treated well. May he live long! I have to love her just because he respects the girl.” Still, he can't help seeing her as the reason why he couldn't be with Lotte.

After a while, not being with Lotte had a bigger effect on Werther than he thought.

it's starting to wake up. “I no longer have the joy I felt when I was with Lotte.” And this young man, in love with life, is becoming more and more sickly, as he puts it. “Unfortunate man! Aren't you an idiot? Aren't you kidding yourself? Where will this endless stormy passion end? All my prayers are for him; My dreams come from no one but his image, I see everything in the world that surrounds me if it has anything to do with it.”

After a point, Werther, who completely lost his hope, finds the solution to get away and leaves the city where Lotte is, saying a bitter goodbye to him.

In their next meeting, Werther again cannot find what he hoped for and begins to accept the situation. In these parts, Goethe touches on the class conflicts of the period with the sense of humiliation that Werther felt when he was not welcomed at an invitation. Adding to the fact that he fell into such a position in front of Lotte, Werther is now in a completely depressed mood and we start to wait for Werther's suicide in the next process.

“I have so much, but my feelings for him swallow everything; I have so many things, but without it, everything is worthless to me.” This is how Werther explains his devotion, even his addiction, to Lotte. And Werther's mind begins to agitate with the desire to end his life: "God knows, I often go to bed with the desire, even the hope, of never waking up again: And when I open my eyes in the morning and see the sun again, I lose my joy." “Am I no longer the same person who used to have the heart to embrace the whole world with love, see heaven at his feet at every step, wander around with rich emotions? This heart is now dead, there is no longer any enthusiasm radiating from it, my tears have dried up, and my brows are furrowed with anxiety at the thought that my tears can no longer refresh me. I am suffering so much, I have lost the only joy of my life, the living force that creates worlds in my environment, it is gone!”

Werther sends his butler to Albert and asks to borrow Albert's weapons. Thereupon, Lotte takes the weapons off the wall, dusts them off, and sends them to Werther with the servant. Lotte does it with great uneasiness inside, but still knowing the result. Werther is very happy to hear that Lotte has sent the guns, and the fact that his death will be at the hands of Lotte makes this lover happy. So this one-sided love story gets more tragic, and Werther ends his life with these last words: “Oh, I never thought this road would get me here! This is the end! Lotte, goodbye! Goodbye!"

According to the novel, Werther was shot in the head and collapsed to the ground, dying for many hours, and when the clock struck twelve at noon, this short life of joy and sorrow came to an end. There was not even a clergyman accompanying his funeral.

Was it lovelessness that drove Werther to his own death? Could lovelessness kill a person? Lotte was the only person in the world Werther wanted his love and affection for. Not being reciprocated made the life of this man, who was inwardly prone to melancholy, intolerable. He also lost the hopeless hope he had at the beginning, yet he tried his last chance against the woman he loved. He waited to be saved by her, and what he received was more of an incentive than salvation. No matter how much Lotte wailed after the news of Werther's death, it was of no use.