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.".
Don't forget to love yourself. -Soren Kierkegaard.
Don't forget to love yourself. -Soren Kierkegaard.
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.
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.
Personality is only ripe when a man has made the truth his own.
Personality is only ripe when a man has made the truth his own.
