“A poet is an unhappy being whose heart it torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music.” — Søren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
“At vove er at miste fodfæstet et kort øjeblik - ikke at vove er at miste sig selv.” — Søren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
“Who tricked me into this whole thing and leaves me standing here? Who am I? How did I get into the world? Why was… — Søren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
“No woman in maternity confinement can have stranger and more impatient wishes than I have.” — Søren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
“If a man had a little button sewn on the inner pocket of his coat 'on principle' his otherwise unimportant and quite serviceable action… — Søren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
“I stick my finger in existence — it smells of nothing. Where am I? Who am I? How came I here? What is this… — Søren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
“A human being is spirit. But what is spirit? Spirit is the self. But what is the self? The self is a relation that… — Søren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
“I am poor—you are my riches; dark—you are my light; I own nothing, need nothing. And how could I own anything? After all, it… — Søren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
“But there is a concerned guide, a knowing one, who attracts the attention of the wanderer, who calls out to him that he should… — Søren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
“There is something frightful in the fact that the most dangerous thing of all, playing at Christianity, is never included in the list of… — Søren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
“Yet in another and still more definite sense despair is the sickness unto death. It is indeed very far from being true that, literally… — Søren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
“Sitting calmly on a ship in fair weather is not a metaphor for having faith; but when the ship has sprung a leak, then… — Søren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
