Tarjei Vesaas
You no longer know,amid all this,if what hurtstill matters— — Tarjei Vesaas, from “Between Blue Shadows,” Through Naked Branches: Selected Poems of Tarjei Vesaas (Black Widow Press, 2018;first published 2000)
Category: Norwegian Culture
Edvard Munch
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and this is eternity. — Edvard Munch
Edvard Munch
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is eternity. — Edvard Munch
Henrik Ibsen
You have never loved me. You have only thought it pleasant to be in love with me. — Henrik Ibsen, A Doll’s House. (Hard Press November 3, 2006) Originally published December 1879.
Roald Amundsen
Adventure is just bad planning. — Roald Amundsen
Olav H. Hauge
This is the dream we carry through the world that something fantastic will happen that it has to happen that time will open by itself that doors shall open by themselves that the heart will find itself open that mountain springs will jump up that the dream will open by itself that we one early… Continue reading Olav H. Hauge
Knut Hamsun
…I will exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell you my final word in life or in death, I tell you goodbye. ― Knut Hamsun, Hunger. (Dover Publications, November 17, 2003)
Jostein Gaarder
Life is short for those who are truly able to understand that one day the entire world will come to a complete end. Not everyone is capable of that. Not everyone has the ability to comprehend what going away for all eternity really implies. There are too many distractions, hour by hour, minute by minute,… Continue reading Jostein Gaarder
Edvard Munch
Without anxiety and illness I should have been like a ship without a rudder. — Edvard Munch
The Vale of Soul-Making 