Maxioms by Soren Kierkegaard
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.".
Patience is necessary, and one cannot reap immediately where one has sown.
Patience is necessary, and one cannot reap immediately where one has sown.
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
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.
Purity of heart is to will one thing.
Purity of heart is to will one thing.
