Soren Kierkegaard ( 10 of 20 )
A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed read more
A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul.".
Our life always expresses the result of our dominant thoughts.
Our life always expresses the result of our dominant thoughts.
The tyrant dies and his rule is over, the martyr dies and his rule begins
The tyrant dies and his rule is over, the martyr dies and his rule begins
Don't forget to love yourself. -Soren Kierkegaard.
Don't forget to love yourself. -Soren Kierkegaard.
Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.
Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.
Prayer does not change God, but it changes him who prays.
Prayer does not change God, but it changes him who prays.
Not just in commerce but in the world of ideas too our age is putting on a veritable clearance sale. read more
Not just in commerce but in the world of ideas too our age is putting on a veritable clearance sale. Everything can be had so dirt cheap that one begins to wonder whether in the end anyone will want to make a bid.
Irony is a disciplinarian feared only by those who do not know it, but cherished by those who do
Irony is a disciplinarian feared only by those who do not know it, but cherished by those who do
To cheat oneself out of love is the most terrible deception; it is an eternal loss for which there is read more
To cheat oneself out of love is the most terrible deception; it is an eternal loss for which there is no reparation, either in time or in eternity
Just as in earthly life lovers long for the moment when they are able to breathe forth their love for read more
Just as in earthly life lovers long for the moment when they are able to breathe forth their love for each other, to let their souls blend in a soft whisper, so the mystic longs for the moment when in prayer he can, as it were, creep into God.
