He was weary of himself, of cold ideas and brain dreams. Life a poem? Not when you went about forever poetizing about your own life instead of living it. How innocuous it all was, and empty, empty, empty! This chasing… — Jens Peter Jacobsen Copy Share Image
Haven't you noticed that we women daydream infinitely less than you men? We can't anticipate pleasure in our imagination or keep suffering out our… — Jens Peter Jacobsen Copy Share Image
“...he looked so strange and absentminded; quite obviously he had just been reading a book, one could tell that from the expression in his… — Jens Peter Jacobsen Copy Share Image
Love is like a diamond; for as a diamond is beautiful to look upon, so is love fair, but as the diamond is poison… — Jens Peter Jacobsen Copy Share Image
“Know ye not that there is here in this world a secret confraternity, which one might call the Company of Melancholiacs? That people there… — Jens Peter Jacobsen Copy Share Image
He was weary of himself, of cold ideas and brain dreams. Life a poem? Not when you went about forever poetizing about your own… — Jens Peter Jacobsen Copy Share Image
“And it all came to pass, all that she had hoped, but it did not fill her with rapture nor carry her away with… — Jens Peter Jacobsen Copy Share Image
“For he has faith enough, he feels, if he were really to delve into himself, faith enough to move mountains, but he cannot manage… — Jens Peter Jacobsen Copy Share Image
“Of what are you thinking now?" she asked. "I am thinking of myself." "That's just what I am doing." "Are you also thinking of… — Jens Peter Jacobsen Copy Share Image
Break the ice, or draw that which lives in the dimness out into the full light of speech - what happens is the same:… — Jens Peter Jacobsen Copy Share Image
For the first time his mind grasped the fact that when life has sentenced you to suffer, the sentence is neither a fancy nor… — Jens Peter Jacobsen Copy Share Image
