"How barren is my soul and thought, and yet forever tortured by empty birthpangs, sensual and tormenting! Must my spirit then ever remain tongue-tied, must I always babble? What I need is a voice as penetrating as the eye of Lynceus, as terrifying as the sigh of the giants, as persistent as the sound of nature, as full of derision as a frosty wind-gust, as malicious as Echo's heartless mockeries, of a compass from the deepest bass to the most mellifluous soprano, modulated from the sacred softness of a whisper to the violent fury of rage. This is what I need in order to breathe, to get expression for what is on my mind, to stir the bowels of my compassion and of my wrath.-But my voice is only hoarse like the cry of a gull, or dies away like the blessing upon the lips of the dumb."
Soren Kierkegaard
Eithor/Or
Langue d’Amour
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Hope is the anchor of the soul, the stimulus to action, and the incentive to achievement.
Hope is the thing with feathers,
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.
-Emily Dickinson
Life consists in what man is thinking of all day.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
We are but shadows: we are not endowed with real life, and all that seems most real about us is but the thinnest substance of a dream, -till the heart be touched. That touch creates us - then we begin to be - thereby we are beings of reality adn inheritors of eternity.
-Nathanial Hawthorne
The more a man can forget, the greater the number of metamorphoses which his life can undergo, the more he can remember the more divine his life becomes.
-Søren Kierkegaard
This is what is sad when one contemplates human life, that so many live out their lives in quiet lostness . . . they live, as it were, away from themselves and vanish like shadows. Their immortal souls are blown away, and they are not disquieted by the question of its immortality, because they are already disintegrated before they die.
-Søren Kierkegaard
Seek first God's Kingdom, that is, become like the lilies and the birds, become perfectly silent then shall the rest be added to you.
-Søren Kierkegaard
Every human existence that is not conscious of itself as spirit or conscious of itself before God as spirit, every human existence that does not rest transparently in God but vaguely rests in and merges in some abstract universality (state, nation, etc.) or, in the dark about his self, regards his capacities merely as powers to produce without becoming deeply aware of their source, regards his self, if it is to have intrinsic meaning, as an indefinable something, every such existence, whatever it achieves, be it the most amazing, whatever it explains, be it the whole of existence, however intensively it enjoys life esthetically, every such existence is nevertheless despair.
-Søren Kierkegaard
When around me all has become still, solemn as a starlit night, when the soul is all alone in the world, there appears before it not a distinguished person, but the eternal power itself. It is as though the heavens parted , and the I chooses itself or, more correctly, it accepts itself. The soul has then seen the highest, which no mortal eye can see and which never can be forgotten. The personality receives the accolade of knighthood which ennobles it for eternity. He does not become someone other than he was before, he becomes himself; consciousness unites.
- Either/Or
-Søren Kierkegaard
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