But now it was spring again, and spring was almost unbearable for sensitive hearts. It drove creation to its utmost limits, it wafted its spice-laden breath even into the nostrils of the innocent.
There is nothing like being left alone again, to walk peacefully with oneself in the woods. To boil one's coffee and fill one's pipe, and to think id… - Knut Hamsun
There is nothing like being left alone again, to walk peacefully with oneself in the woods. To boil one's coffee and fill one's pipe, and to think id…
- Knut Hamsun
In my solitude, many miles from men and houses, I am in a childishly happy and carefree state of mind, which you are incapable of understanding unles… - Knut Hamsun
In my solitude, many miles from men and houses, I am in a childishly happy and carefree state of mind, which you are incapable of understanding unles…
I love three things," I then say. "I love a dream of love I once had, I love you, and I love this patch of earth." "And which do you love best?" "The… - Knut Hamsun
I love three things," I then say. "I love a dream of love I once had, I love you, and I love this patch of earth." "And which do you love best?" "The…
An increasing number of people who lead mental lives of great intensity, people who are sensitive by nature, notice the steadily more frequent appear… - Knut Hamsun
An increasing number of people who lead mental lives of great intensity, people who are sensitive by nature, notice the steadily more frequent appear…
Truth is neither ojectivity nor the balanced view; truth is a selfless subjectivity. - Knut Hamsun
Truth is neither ojectivity nor the balanced view; truth is a selfless subjectivity.
But what really matters is not what you believe but the faith and conviction with which you believe. - Knut Hamsun
But what really matters is not what you believe but the faith and conviction with which you believe.
In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived. - Knut Hamsun
In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived.
Do not forget, some give little, and it is much for them, others give all, and it costs them no effort; who then has given most? - Knut Hamsun
Do not forget, some give little, and it is much for them, others give all, and it costs them no effort; who then has given most?
Love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder. - Knut Hamsun
Love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder.
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