“Pastor Jón: It is pleasant to listen to the birds chirping. But it would be anything but pleasant if the birds were always chirping the truth. Do you think the golden lining of this cloud we see up there in… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
Where the glacier meets the sky, the land ceases to be earthly, and the earth becomes one with the heavens; no sorrows live there… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
“A new generation forgets the specters that may have tormented the old… And yet, always, to all eternity, it is the same specter assailing… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
“People don't have the imagination to understand politicians. People are too innocent” — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
“Can't we make a blusterer ourselves? asked Jón Hreggviðsson. Can't we scratch that damned sign with the ax-point onto the chopping block and get… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
“Somewhere, out in the infinite distance, lay the spring, at least in God's mind, like babies that are not yet conceived in the mother's… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
“Townsfolk have no conception of the peace that mother nature bestows, and as long as that peace is unfound the spirit must seek to… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
“He did not know what to say in the face of such sorrow. He sat in silence by his sister's side in the spring… — Halldor Laxness Copy Share Image
“Man is more perfect than god. Although this woman's doctrine, in which she was brought up from childhood, told her than all men were… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
“Pastor Jón Prímus: Do you remember when Úa shook her curls? Do you remember when she looked at us and laughed? Did she not… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
