“Vi samles på Fortroppens hjørne mot vest og ser over mot tinden. Fra blokken vi står på har Pan eller Jordånden eller… — Peter Wessel Zapffe Copy Share Image
“Vi sitter på varden og lar blikket seile. Fra jøkelens islys i øst til Lofotvæggens hilderland i vest under havranden. Det ryker… — Peter Wessel Zapffe Copy Share Image
“Dokker træng en hest," sa de. "Ja vil dokker bryte dokker så grynsmå," sa han, "så har æ no mærra her. Ka… — Peter Wessel Zapffe Copy Share Image
“Da revner tåken - og endnu en gang står han for oss, titanen, lynomfunklet, vassdrivende, skinnende som smergelpusset jern. Det raper av… — Peter Wessel Zapffe Copy Share Image
“- og nu er det jeg som står og blir liten på den siste krumning i hyldens blygt hendøende motiv.-Drømmer jeg? Er… — Peter Wessel Zapffe Copy Share Image
“I disse sekunder, som koncentrationen gjør tidløse, oplever jeg hvordan hele min skjæbnes brede væv løper sammen til en eneste tråd i… — Peter Wessel Zapffe Copy Share Image
“Og er ikke klippen sin tilbedelse værd? Prøver den ikke hjerte og nyrer før den gir plas for de utvalgte?” — Peter Wessel Zapffe Copy Share Image
Each new generation asks – What is the meaning of life? A more fertile way of putting the question would be – Why does man need a meaning to life? — Peter Wessel Zapffe Copy Share
“A coin is examined, and only after careful deliberation, given to a beggar, whereas a child is flung out into the cosmic brutality without… — Peter Wessel Zapffe Copy Share Image
“The dread of being stares us in the eye, and in a deadly gush we perceive how the minds are dangling in threads of… — Peter Wessel Zapffe Copy Share Image
“But as he stands before imminent death, he grasps its nature also, and the cosmic import of the step to come. His creative imagination constructs new, fearful prospects behind the curtain of death, and he sees that even there is no sanctuary found. And now he can discern the outline of his biologico-cosmic terms: He is the universe’s helpless captive,… — Peter Wessel Zapffe Copy Share
“Her er rummelig og bredt, her slår vi oss ned i en grushaug og spiser mat og drikker saft og ligger på ryggen med… — Peter Wessel Zapffe Copy Share Image
When a human being takes his life in depression, this is a natural death of spiritual causes. The modern barbarity of 'saving' the suicidal… — Peter Wessel Zapffe Copy Share Image
We come from an inconceivable nothingness. We stay a while in something which seems equally inconceivable, only to vanish again into the inconceivable nothingness. — Peter Wessel Zapffe Copy Share Image
“Life had overshot its target, blowing itself apart. A species had been armed too heavily – by spirit made almighty without, but equally a… — Peter Wessel Zapffe Copy Share Image
“Jeg ligger og kjender at jeg hader dette forbandede fjeld, fordi det har makt over mitt sind. Hvad vil du mig - at jeg… — Peter Wessel Zapffe Copy Share Image
To bear children into this world is like carrying wood to a burning house. — Peter Wessel Zapffe Copy Share Image
