“Til andre Tider kan selv usædvanlige Oplevelser ikke formaa at rykke en ut av en jævn og fattig Stemning; midt i en Ballsal kan man sitte sikker, likegyldig og upaavirket. For det er ens eget Indre som er Sorgens eller… — Knut Hamsun Copy Share Image
“Det sætter en søt Stripe gjennem mig fra øverst til nederst naar Solen staar op; jeg kaster Børsen paa Akslen under en tyst Jubel.” — Knut Hamsun Copy Share Image
“Well, God be with you,’ she said as she finally left him. ’I’m sure He is,’ he replied. She gave a start. ’Are you certain of that?’ ’He has every reason to be. Obviously He’s Lord over all Creation, but it can’t be anything special to be god of animals and mountains. It’s really us human beings that make Him… — Knut Hamsun Copy Share
“De sier hun er melle firti og femti, men hun er mindst seksti, ropte han, og er slikt menneskelig? Gå og vifte med næseborene… — Knut Hamsun Copy Share Image
No worse fate can befall a young man or woman than becoming prematurely entrenched in prudence and negation. — Knut Hamsun Copy Share Image
“The ships whose masts I saw outlined against the sky looked, with their black hulls, like silent monsters that were raising their hackles and… — Knut Hamsun Copy Share Image
And love became the world's origin and the world's ruler, yet littered its path is with flowers and blood, flowers and blood. — Knut Hamsun Copy Share Image
But what really matters is not what you believe but the faith and conviction with which you believe… — Knut Hamsun Copy Share Image
No, I don't admire the genius. But I admire and love the result of the genius's activity in the world, of which the great… — Knut Hamsun Copy Share Image
“Daniel var en mand som forstod adskillig, han hadde været ute for et og andet i livet, hadde mistet både sin farsgård og sin… — Knut Hamsun Copy Share Image
“I imagined I had discovered a new word. I rise up in bed and say, "It is not in the language; I have discovered it. 'Kuboa.' It has letters as a word has. By the benign God, Man you have discovered a word!... 'Kuboa' ... a word of profound import. [...] Some minutes pass over, and I wax nervous; this… — Knut Hamsun Copy Share
“Poteten det var en ny frukt, det var intet mystisk ved den, intet religiøst, kvinnfolk og barn kunne være med og få den satt,… — Knut Hamsun Copy Share Image
