Author of quotes: Knut Hamsun

When a person promises something, he must keep the promise.

From time to time each of us experiences their heavy push.

Residents of big cities have no idea about the magnitude and scale of small towns.

A source of joy and sorrow - the very heart of man

... nowhere to go from what it was before.

You gave everything you gave everything and it was not at all difficult, because you were easy and you were generous and you loved. And sometimes even excess look pathetic, and that's so-and-so all of my thoughts. Why? Ask twelve months, the ship in the sea, ask the unfathomable Creator of our hearts...

Sometimes the rain pours, and the storm is howling, and in that rainy day will find causeless joy, and go, go, afraid to spill. Will rise, sometimes, look straight ahead, then suddenly laugh quietly and look around. What then do you think? Yes, even on a clean glass window, the ray on the glass, on the Creek that is visible in the window, and maybe about the blue hole in the clouds. Anything more is not necessary. And at other times even something extraordinary not withdraw from a quiet, depressed state of mind, and in the ballroom you can sit sadly, not infected by the General merriment. Because the source of our joys and sorrows in us.

Imagine that you look at the earth from the bird's flight - she looks like a beautiful and strange papal mantle. Into its folds people wander, they wander in pairs, evening, all is quiet, this is the hour of love. <...> I think it's the big picture: I often saw her before his mind's eye, and every time I felt my chest open up and take in his arms the whole earth. Here they are - the people, animals, birds, and for each of them there comes an hour of love, Camille. Everything around is filled with passionate expectation, in the eyes burns the flame, chest flutters. The land fills a delicate blush, bashful blush all exposed hearts, and the night painted it scarlet blush. Only somewhere in the distance stands a huge rock sleep, he saw nothing, heard nothing. The next morning, the Lord shines all around with your rays of the hot sun.

Love is the first word of the Creator of the first Hosea his thought. When he said, "let there be light!" - born love. Everything he created was perfect, none of his creation if he wanted to return to oblivion. And love became the source of all the earth and mistress of all earthly things, but all the way - flowers and blood, flowers and blood.

I see the first day of creation.
Steaming primeval world.
I have a life.
On the edge of the earth, from the clouds
At the creation, the world looks
Silent lik...

Which is what people cannot understand me no -
Bread to be beveled; and the leaves fly around,
Summer and all its glory scattered in the dust?
For the grass to turn green, to wither? -
I can not understand.
If the bread grew, so filled skinny
And the grass was green, the hay to be that
And the leaves were a shadow of the sparkling groves -
So why do I generous a joy to know
And then to die?
I'm screaming, I inquired from the depths of the foam,
The forest and mountains, the space and the darkness,
The storms have all that heed minds:
Asked if I could be me for life born?
But the sky, and storms, and the rocks are dumb.

This woman was full of passion, and maybe she was just a child of nature. It sounded wonderful melody, and I was spinning in the vortex of this music.

Great care and event - Yes, it is not forgotten, the act was committed and the consequences must come. Good things mostly leave no trace, but evil always has consequences.

Their marriage was no better and no worse than others; no grief did not hit, but it was constant. What a misfortune, - forget it! Every misfortune comes to an end, it continues from day to day, from year to year, but the end is. The angel is angry, sure. But the angel who is not angry, but only the eternally dissatisfied, always goes with a gloomy face and a poisonous smile?.. <...> Happiness - what is it? It is easy to verify that it is not the most important. Kolmanovskii marriage recently became tolerable, there has been a change for the better; everything went as it should. Mutual respect has always existed, are now joined and share warmth, and at times flashed a candid smile. The Lieutenant began to hope for improvement for both of them; in old age could begin a new life; in the last weeks of my stay at home Frou Adelgeyd showed openly affection to him, as if she no longer felt the old disgust... Yes, under age.