Humility before the flower at the timber line is the gate which gives access to the path up the open fell. — Dag Hammarskjold Copy Share Image
You take the pen, and the lines dance. You take the flute and the notes shimmer. You take the brush, and the colors sing. So all things have meaning and beauty in that space beyond time where you are. How,… — Dag Hammarskjold Copy Share Image
“Didst thou give me this inescapable loneliness so that it would be easier for me to give thee all?” — Dag Hammarskjöld Copy Share Image
Beneath the hush a whisper from long ago, promising peace of mind and a burden shared. No peace which is not peace for all,… — Dag Hammarskjold Copy Share Image
For the sacrificed, in the hour of sacrifice, only one thing counts: faith-alone among enemies and skeptics. Faith, in spite of the humiliation which… — Dag Hammarskjold Copy Share Image
If even dying is to be made a social function, then, grant me the favor of sneaking out on tiptoe without disturbing the party. — Dag Hammarskjold Copy Share Image
Your position never gives you the right to command. It only imposes on you the duty of so living your life that others can… — Dag Hammarskjold Copy Share Image
Life yields only to the conqueror. Never accept whatcan be gained by giving in. You will be living off stolen goods, and your muscles… — Dag Hammarskjöld Copy Share Image
We all have within us a center of stillness surrounded by silence. — Dag Hammarskjold Copy Share Image
There is a point at which everything becomes simple and there is no longer any question of choice, because all you have staked will… — Dag Hammarskjold Copy Share Image
God does not die on the day when we cease to believe in a personal deity, but we die on the day when our… — Dag Hammarskjold Copy Share Image
