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By Anonym 13 Sep

Knut Hamsun

I have gone to the forest.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Digo-te, ó sagrado Baal do céu, que não existes. Mas, se existisses, eu te amaldiçoaria de tal modo que esse teu céu palpitaria com o fogo do inferno. Em verdade te digo: ofereci-te meus serviços e tu os recusaste; repeliste-me, e hoje eu te viro as costas para sempre, pois nunca soubeste conhecer a hora da Visitação. Em verdade te digo: sei que vou morrer, e, não obstante, com a morte diante dos olhos, eu te desprezo, ó celeste Ápis. Empregaste contra mim a força, e não sabes que jamais me dobrei perante a adversidade. Pois deverias sabê-lo. Por acaso dormias quando plasmaste meu coração? Em verdade te digo: durante toda a vida, cada gota de sangue em minhas veias sentirá alegria em desprezar-te e escarnecer de tua Graça. A partir deste momento, renuncio a ti, a tuas pompas e tuas obras; lançarei o anátema sobre meu pensamento, se jamais ele te pensar; arrancarei os lábios se jamais eles pronunciarem teu nome. Se existires, digo-te a última palavra da vida e da morte: digo-te adeus. Depois, calo-me, viro-te as costas e sigo meu caminho.

By Anonym 13 Sep

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 unless someone explains it to you

By Anonym 16 Sep

Knut Hamsun

For også hun hadde hat sin historie, sin lille uregelmæssighet i sit liv (...)Siden sit ulykkelige forhold til en ung fremmed, en ren æventyrer ved navn Johan Nagel, en uanselig dværg, som hadde dukket op på hendes vei ifjor og gjort hende ganske forvirret, hadde fru Dagny hat sine dulgte sorger å trækkes med. Forholdet var ikke endt med at en hat sænkedes dypt og en pyntelig farvel hadde lydt, nei den vilde man var gåt på hodet i havet og hadde gjort ende på sig uten å si et ord.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Knut Hamsun

It was not my intention to collapse; no, I would die standing.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Gud i himlen, kjærligheten er et flygtig stof!

By Anonym 14 Sep

Knut Hamsun

I was conscious all the time that I was following mad whims without being able to do anything about it … . Despite my alienation from myself at that moment, and even though I was nothing but a battleground for invisible forces, I was aware of every detail of what was going on around me.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Knut Hamsun

There are some people who cannot help giving. Why? Because they experience a real psychological pleasure in doing so. They don't do it with an eye to their own advantage, they do it on the quiet; they detest doing it openly because that would take away some of the satisfaction. They do it in secret, with quick trembling hands, their breasts rocked by a spiritual well being which they do not themselves understand.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Here I am. Standing with my watch in hand which I'm going to pawn. So in with you. You hungry sinner.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Den lange jærnbanereise har rystet sammen alle de forskjellige dele i vore hoder, det danser mange løse ting omkring derinde, vi kjører endnu; selv har jeg desuten et lite tillæg av mathet, av ubehag, feber. Det der må nok kureres med en bitte liten dram, sier jeg. Og så ser jeg min leilighet til å hælde kognak i et ølglass.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Takva je ljubav. Ona može da uništi čoveka, i nanovo ga podigne i preporodi. Danas može da voli mene, sutra tebe, a već sutra uveče nekog stranca, toliko je nestalna. Ali može i da bude čvrsta kao nesalomljiv pečat, može neugasivo da plamti do samrtnog časa.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Ak, kjærligheten den gjør menneskehjærtet til en sophave, en frodig og uforskammet have hvori står hemmelighetsfuld og fræk sop.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Deres KH Deres KH menes Deres KH. Altsaa Knut Kongsberg. Deres Knut Kongsberg, Kongsbergknuten Deres, forstaar De.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Knut Hamsun

... han hadde av Theodor sin fineste hermetik å diske op med og dertil kold fugl og marmelader og æg på tre måter og kjæks og multer. Og han hadde øl og rødvin til drikke og til fuglen hadde han en kurv champagne... Å for en fest!

By Anonym 13 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Do you know what constitutes a great poet? He is a person without shame, incapable of blushing. Ordinary fools have moments when they go off by themselves and blush with shame; not so the great poet.... If you really have to quote someone, quote a geographer; that way you won't give yourself away. (p 44)

By Anonym 19 Sep

Knut Hamsun

The poet must always, in every instance, have the vibrant word... that by it's trenchancy can so wound my soul that it whimpers.... One must know and recognize not merely the direct but the secret power of the word; one must be able to give one's writing unexpected effects. It must have a hectic, anguished vehemence, so that it rushes past like a gust of air, and it must have a latent, roistering tenderness so that it creeps and steals one's mind; it must be able to ring out like a sea-shanty in a tremendous hour, in the time of the tempest, and it must be able to sigh like one who, in tearful mood, sobs in his inmost heart.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Knut Hamsun

I opened my eyes; how could I keep them shut when I could not sleep? The same darkness brooded over me; the same unfathomable black eternity which my thoughts strove against and could not understand. I made the most despairing efforts to find a word black enough to characterize this darkness; a word so horribly black that it would darken my lips if I named it. Lord! how dark it was! and I am carried back in thought to the sea and the dark monsters that lay in wait for me. They would draw me to them, and clutch me tightly and bear me away by land and sea, through dark realms that no soul has seen. I feel myself on board, drawn through waters, hovering in clouds, sinking--sinking.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Knut Hamsun

¿no cree usted, señorita, que los seres humanos de esta región se parecen al corto verano? ¿que son tan efímeros y fascinantes como él?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Knut Hamsun

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.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Knut Hamsun

God preserve me from growing wise! Yes, I intend to mumble toothlessly to my deathbed bystanders: God preserve me from growing wise!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Knut Hamsun

What if one were up there, drifting about among suns and feeling the tails of comets fan one's forehead! How small the earth was and how puny the people; a Norway of two million provincial souls and a mortgage bank to help feed them! What was life worth at such a rate? You elbowed yourself ahead in the sweat of your face for a few mortal years, only to perish all the same, all the same!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Knut Hamsun

For meg hører skogen og ensomheten til.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Today riches and honours have been lavished on me, but one gift has been lacking, the most important one of all, the only one that matters, the gift of youth.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Knut Hamsun

No worse fate can befall a young man or woman than becoming prematurely entrenched in prudence and negation.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Young hearts have their unfathomable depths.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Knut Hamsun

De hadde hat mangfoldige ting sammen og fåt nogen fyldige barndomsår opover. De var begge like gode om det da de stjal gulrøtter i haven på Fredriksens landsted og ikke gik til ham bakefter og tilstod noget. De var sammen om å drukne katten.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Earth and sea merged, the sea tossed itself in the air in a fantastic dance, into the shapes of men and horses and tattered banners. I stood in the lee of an overhanging rock and thought of many things.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Knut Hamsun

A few days back someone sent me two feathers. Two bird's feathers in a sheet of note-paper with a coronet, and fastened with a seal. Sent from a place a long way off; from one who need not have sent them back at all. That amused me too, those devilish green feathers.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Knut Hamsun

But now the world breaks in on us, the world is shocked, the world looks upon our idyll as madness. The world maintains that no rational man or woman would have chosen this way of life - therefore, it is madness. Alone I confront them and tell them that nothing could be saner or truer! What do people really know about life? We fall in line, follow the pattern established by our mentors. Everything is based on assumptions; even time, space, motion, matter are nothing but supposition. The world has no new knowledge to impart; it merely accepts what is there.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Høibro kunde ikke forstå at denne tørre fremskridtskvinde med kort hår blandet sig i slike spørsmål som ægteskapet, hun stod i hans forestilling som en art hanmenneske i skjørter, et væsen av det tredje kjøn; stak man hul på hende vilde hun blø sand.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Rather than admire the mediocre great men over whom passersby nudge each other in awe, I venerate the young, unknown geniuses who die in their teens, their souls shattered - delicate, phosphorescent glowworms that one must see to know they really did exist.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Knut Hamsun

It had no taste; a rank smell of blood oozed from it, and I was forced to vomit almost immediately. I tried anew. If I could only keep it down, it would, in spite of all, have some effect. It was simply a matter of forcing it to remain down there. But I vomited again. I grew wild, bit angrily into the meat, tore off a morsel, and gulped it down by sheer strength of will; and yet it was of no use. Just as soon as the little fragments of meat became warm in my stomach up they came again, worse luck. I clenched my hands in frenzy, burst into tears from sheer helplessness, and gnawed away as one possessed. I cried, so that the bone got wet and dirty with my tears, vomited, cursed and groaned again, cried as if my heart would break, and vomited anew. I consigned all the powers that be to the lowermost torture in the loudest voice.

By Anonym 13 Sep

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.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Knut Hamsun

I flera hundra år hade hans förfäder sått säd. Det var en handling av andakt en tyst och mild, vindlös kväll, helst i ett litet beskedligt duggregn, helst så snart som möjligt efter det grågässen sträckt. Potatisen, det var en ny rotfrukt, det var inget mystiskt med den, inget religiöst, kvinnfolk och barn kunde vara med och sätta dessa jordpäron som kom från främmande land liksom kaffet, det var stor och präktig mat, men släkt med rovan. Säden, det var brödet. Säd eller icke säd, det var liv eller död. Isak gick barhuvad och sådde i Jesu namn. Han var som en vedkubb med händer på, men inom sig var han som ett barn. Han tänkte sig för vid varje kast, han var vänlig och undergiven. Se, nu gror nog dessa korn och blir ax och mera säd, och likadant är det över hela jorden när säd sås. I Palestina, i Amerika, i Gudbrandsdalen - å, vad världen var vid, och den lilla, lilla jordlapp som Isak gick och sådde låg i mitten av allt. Solfjädrar av säd strålade ut från hans hand. Himlen var mulen och blid, det såg ut att dra ihop sig till ett litet, litet duggregn.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Truth is neither ojectivity nor the balanced view; truth is a selfless subjectivity.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Ritengo di essere capace di leggere un poco nell'animo delle persone che mi circondano. Forse non è così. Nelle mie giornate migliori ho l'impressione di scrutare in fondo all'animo altrui, anche se non sono poi una gran testa. Siamo seduti in una stanza, qualche uomo, qualche donna e io. e mi sembra di vedere quel che accade dentro queste persone, e cosa pensano di me. Attribuisco un significato ad ogni cenno che appare nei loro occhi, a volte il sangue sale alle loro guance e le fa arrossire, altre volte fingono di guardare da un'altra parte e invece mi tengono d'occhio di nascosto. E io sto li e osservo tutto questo e nessuno sospetta che metto a nudo ogni anima.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Knut Hamsun

I was drunk with starvation; my hunger had made me tipsy.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Knut Hamsun

...han hadde studeret det herlig ut av kokeboken, men også spurt sig for hos de handelsreisende.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Ved kvældsmaten skulde familjen ha en dram, det var gammel takst, og Rinaldus var den som skulde skjænke i glassene. Det var ham et høitidelig øieblik han skulde holde karaflen med de store malte roser i sine små hænder. Alles øine vogtet på ham... Maten var den reneste fremmedmat, det var både lefse og sirup og et ægg til hver. Man kunde se at det var jul, for det var atpå kjøpet smør til lefserne. (Jul i Åsen, Stridende liv)

By Anonym 13 Sep

Knut Hamsun

And love was creation's source,creation's ruler; but all love's ways are strewn with blossoms and blood, blossoms and blood.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Language must resound with all the harmonies of music. The writer must always, at all times, find the tremulous word which captures the thing and is able to draw a sob from my soul by its very rightness.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Some flies and gnats were sitting on my paper and this disturbed me; I breathed on them to make them go, then blew harder and harder, but it did no good. The tiny beasts lowered their behinds, made themselves heavy, and struggled against the wind until their thin legs were bent. They were absolutely not going to leave the place. They would always find something to get hold of, bracing their heels against a comma or an unevenness in the paper, and they intended to stay exactly where they were until they themselves decided it was the right time to go.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Intet kan være bedre, med søtvarer til er det paradis.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Det var en glad Dag før ham, han hadde ikke rikere Glæder end naar han kunde gjøre godt på denne Maate og hævde Lærdommens og Bokens Overlegenhet, det var hans Levebrød og hans Lidenskap. En Lidenskap skal Mennesket ha, somme trodser Ild og Vand for at faa bøie Verber.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Small jerks began to appear in my legs, my walk became unsteady precisely because I wanted it to be smooth.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Knut Hamsun

I have no murders to tell about, but I have joys and sufferings and love. And love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Knut Hamsun

He was hungry, and his first thought was to collect a dozen or two gulls’ eggs to make a meal. But embryo chicks were forming in all of them. So he rowed out to do some fishing and was more succesful. He lived on fish from day to day and sang and whiled the time away and ruled over the island. When it rained he too shelter beneath a splendid overhangig rock. At night he slept on a patch of grass and the sun never set.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Knut Hamsun

If I happened to find a diamond one day, I would call it Dagny, because the very sound of your name thrills me. I only wish that I could forever hear your name, hear it spoken by all men and beasts, by every mountain and every star. I wish I were deaf to every sound except your name ringing in my ears day and night for the rest of my life.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Jeg traf ham en morgen før jagttid, han var fem og tyve år og kom fra fjærne reiser, han spaserte ved min side i haven og da han berørte mig med sin arm begyndte jeg å elske ham.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Knut Hamsun

Yes," he answered, "it's a strain being witty at my age. I'm giving it up.