Author of quotes: Tove Of Ditlevsen

Childhood trembles with fear and tries in vain to slip unnoticed on tiptoes, but it is still too small, and it will be possible to forget about it only in hundreds of years.

Each person has his own truth, as every child has his own childhood.

Fortunately, it is so common that silence about the truth can be kept in your heart, and ruthless gray facts are contained in class school magazines, and in the history of the world, and in laws, and in church books. And no one can change them, not even the Lord God himself, whom I confuse with Stauning, although my father says that I should not believe in God, since the capitalists have always used him against the poor.

This is the worst thing about adults: they never admit that at least once in their life they made a mistake or acted rashly. They easily judge others, but they are never ready to judge themselves.

Dad has certain privileges because he is a man and provides for us all. Mom puts up with it, but no. no objection. You could sit like everyone else, she says, as he lies on the couch. When he reads the book, she adds: from reading become strange, in the books a complete lie.

Childhood is long and cramped, like a coffin, and you can't get out of it without help. <...> You can't escape childhood, it sticks to you like a smell. It comes from other children, and each childhood has its own, special. But you don’t notice your own smell, and sometimes it’s scary that you have it worse than others. ...

In the end, as long as we feel good together, it doesn't matter what we say to each other.

The tram rolls, grinding through the night, as if it were driving through my room. People are going to have fun in it, the most ordinary people who have to fit significant events in the interval between evening and morning - as soon as daylight they have to go to work.

It feels like I can only love people who are interested in me.

In my life always had two -
two gentle and strong men.
the first was charmed with me,
and the second was my love.
The first always stood in the doorway,
only I didn't let him in
night and asked God,
that idol gave me my.
First all my life I trusted
with nothing in return,
and the other passed by the door,
captivating in the deceptively captured.
The first one was lonely and sad,
and in darkness lost your dreams;
I dreamed of another wedding
under the chords of the coming spring.
Here are two of eternity, the eternal part
first love, second love;
time in the century of happiness,
when two of these - one.

In this world empty just me and you, you and me...
And to get to know me you can have a dissolute water.
To choose a path not used by a stray jet.
The night is warm. And sins not cause trouble.
<...>
You kiss for me. You tell me all about tell me.
Laughter and tears - just a fleeting wave the slide...
What do you think is love? Did you find the borders
Between happiness and sorrow, victory and defeat?

Not cool and not anxiety
Carefully take in hand
Heart red as fire.
This heart journey, my dear,
Away from all pursuits,
You silence don't touch it;
This heart, my friend used
Forgot jokingly my throne,
All in the blood - do not lose the tone...
And now you're his master...
But depriving him of captivity -
Burst it from the pain.