He continued on, on to the glacier, towards the dawn, from ridge to ridge, in deep, new-fallen snow, paying no heed to the storms that might pursue him. As a child he had stood by the seashore at Ljósavík and… — 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 a beautiful, chubby woman in here tonight, right now-or preferably three? It was no easy matter to create such a sign, because in order to do so the two men required much greater access to the… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share
“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 verdure, which was too young; and the hidden strings of his breast began to quiver, and to sound. This was the first time that he had ever looked into the labyrinth of the human soul. He… — Halldor Laxness Copy Share
“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 accept the Creation? Did she reject anything? Did she contradict anything? It was a victory for the Creator, once and for all. Everything that was workaday and ordinary, everything that had limitations, ceased to exist when… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share
