Søren Kierkegaard

As Xerxes had the sea whipped, I resolved to take a terrible revenge.

When Epaminondas was wounded in the battle of Mantinea, he left the arrow in the wound until he heard the battle was won, because he knew that the moment it was drawn out he would die.

Little by little, hearing became my favourite sense

What is more difficult—to awaken someone who is sleeping or to awaken someone who, awake, is dreaming that he is awake?

To defraud oneself of [bedrage for] love [Kjerlighed] is the most terrible, is an eternal loss, for which there is no compensation either in time or in eternity.

What perishes blossoms, and what blossoms perishes, but something that is cannot be sung about—it must be believed and it must be lived.

Do not forget that even when you rejoice over the fruits of love, when by them you know that love dwells in this other person, do not forget that it still is even more blessed to believe in love.