A poet is an unhappy creature whose heart is tortured by deepest suffering but whose lips are so formed that when his sighs and cries stream out over them, their sound beomes like the sound of beautiful music . .… — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.... And people flock around the poet… — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
Christianity does not oppose debauchery and uncontrollable passions and the like as much as it opposes... flat mediocrity, this nauseating atmosphere, this homey, civil… — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
Christians remind me of schoolboys who want to look up the answers to their math problems in the back of the book rather than… — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
People commonly travel the world over to see rivers and mountains, new stars, garish birds, freak fish, grotesque breeds of human; they fall into… — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
“A strange thing happened to me in my dream. I was rapt into the Seventh Heaven. There sat all the gods assembled. As a… — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
That which is truly human no generation learns from the one before it. No generation learns from another how to love. No generation has… — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
A man may perform astonishing feats and comprehend a vast amount of knowledge, and yet have no understanding of himself. But suffering directs a… — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
I go fishing for a thousand monsters in the depths of my own self — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant… My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known —… — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
The greatest danger to Christianity is, I contend, not heresies, not heterodoxies, not atheists, not profane secularism - no, but the kind of orthodoxy… — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
