Knut Hamsun famous quotes

In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Past #Age #Letters

The writer must be able to revel and roll in the abundance of words; he must know not only the direct but also the secret power of a word. There are overtones and undertones to a word, and lateral echoes, too.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Echoes #Secret #Able

Do not forget, some give little, and it is much for them, others give all, and it costs them no effort; who then has given most?
-- Knut Hamsun

#Giving #Effort #Cost

But what really matters is not what you believe but the faith and conviction with which you believe…
-- Knut Hamsun

#Believe #Matter #Conviction

The intelligent poor individual was a much finer observer than the intelligent rich one. The poor individual looks around him at every step, listens suspiciously to every word he hears from the people he meets; thus, every step he takes presents a problem, a task, for his thoughts and feelings. He is alert and sensitive, he is experienced, his soul has been burned...
-- Knut Hamsun

#Intelligent #People #Soul

The other one he loved like a slave, like a madman and like a beggar. Why? Ask the dust on the road and the falling leaves, ask the mysterious God of life; for no one knows such things. She gave him nothing, no nothing did she give him and yet he thanked her. She said: Give me your peace and your reason! And he was only sorry she did not ask for his life.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Sorry #Fall #Dust

A word can be transformed into a coulour, light, a smell; it is the writer's task to use it in such a way that it serves, never fails, can never be ignored.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Light #Smell #Tasks

Language must resound with all the harmonies of music. The writer must always, at all times, find the tremulous word which captures the thing and is able to draw a sob from my soul by its very rightness.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Soul #Able #Language

But now it was spring again, and spring was almost unbearable for sensitive hearts. It drove creation to its utmost limits, it wafted its spice-laden breath even into the nostrils of the innocent.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Spring #Heart #Limits

Love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Love Is #Murder #Violent

There is nothing like being left alone again, to walk peacefully with oneself in the woods. To boil one's coffee and fill one's pipe, and to think idly and slowly as one does it.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Coffee #Thinking #Doe

But now the world breaks in on us, the world is shocked, the world looks upon our idyll as madness. The world maintains that no rational man or woman would have chosen this way of life - therefore, it is madness. Alone I confront them and tell them that nothing could be saner or truer! What do people really know about life? We fall in line, follow the pattern established by our mentors. Everything is based on assumptions; even time, space, motion, matter are nothing but supposition. The world has no new knowledge to impart; it merely accepts what is there.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Fall #Men #Space

I was conscious all the time that I was following mad whims without being able to do anything about it … . Despite my alienation from myself at that moment, and even though I was nothing but a battleground for invisible forces, I was aware of every detail of what was going on around me.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Mad #Details #Able

Were I more conversant with literature and its great names, I could go on quoting them ad infinitum and acknowledge my debt for the merit you have been generous enough to find in my work
-- Knut Hamsun

#Names #Debt #Goes On

In my solitude, many miles from men and houses, I am in a childishly happy and carefree state of mind, which you are incapable of understanding unless someone explains it to you
-- Knut Hamsun

#Men #House #Understanding

And love became the world's origin and the world's ruler, yet littered its path is with flowers and blood, flowers and blood.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Flower #Love Is #Blood

No, I don't admire the genius. But I admire and love the result of the genius's activity in the world, of which the great man is only the poor necessary tool, only, so to speak, the paltry awl to bore with.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Men #And Love #Tools

Great men are excellent topics of conversation, but the superior man, the superior men, the masters, the universal spirits on horseback, have to stop and search their memories merely to know who these so-called great men might be. And so the great man is left with the crowd, the worthless majority...for his admirers.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Memories #Men #Majority

Rather than admire the mediocre great men over whom passersby nudge each other in awe, I venerate the young, unknown geniuses who die in their teens, their souls shattered - delicate, phosphorescent glowworms that one must see to know they really did exist.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Men #Soul #Genius

No, what I should really like to do right now, in the full blaze of lights, before this illustrious assembly, is to shower every one of you with gifts, with flowers, with offerings of poetry - to be young once more, to ride on the crest of the wave.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Flower #Light #Offering

When good befalls a man he calls it Providence, when evil fate.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Fate #Men #Evil

I stood in the lee of an overhanging rock and thought of many things.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Light #Rocks

Today riches and honours have been lavished on me, but one gift has been lacking, the most important one of all, the only one that matters, the gift of youth.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Important #Matter #Today

Heaven knows that there are plenty of opportunities in later life, too, for being carried away. What of it? We remain what we are and, no doubt, it is all very good for us!
-- Knut Hamsun

#Opportunity #Heaven #Doubt

There are some people who cannot help giving. Why? Because they experience a real psychological pleasure in doing so. They don't do it with an eye to their own advantage, they do it on the quiet; they detest doing it openly because that would take away some of the satisfaction. They do it in secret, with quick trembling hands, their breasts rocked by a spiritual well being which they do not themselves understand.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Spiritual #Real #Eye

The whisper of the blood and the pleading of the bone marrow.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Blood #Bones #Pleading

Earth and sea merged, the sea tossed itself in the air in a fantastic dance, into the shapes of men and horses and tattered banners. I stood in the lee of an overhanging rock and thought of many things.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Horse #Men #Rocks

What if one were up there, drifting about among suns and feeling the tails of comets fan one's forehead! How small the earth was and how puny the people; a Norway of two million provincial souls and a mortgage bank to help feed them! What was life worth at such a rate? You elbowed yourself ahead in the sweat of your face for a few mortal years, only to perish all the same, all the same!
-- Knut Hamsun

#Years #Sweat #Two

I have had much to learn from Sweden's poetry and, more especially, from her lyrics of the last generation.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Generations #Sweden #Lasts

No worse fate can befall a young man or woman than becoming prematurely entrenched in prudence and negation.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Fate #Men #Becoming

A few days back someone sent me two feathers. Two bird's feathers in a sheet of note-paper with a coronet, and fastened with a seal. Sent from a place a long way off; from one who need not have sent them back at all. That amused me too, those devilish green feathers.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Two #Long #Bird

I have gone to the forest.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Gone #Forests

I suffered no pain, my hunger had taken the edge off; instead I felt pleasantly empty, untouched by everything around me and happy to be unseen by all. I put my legs up on the bench and leaned back, the best way to feel the true well-being of seclusion. There wasn't a cloud in my mind, nor did I feel any discomfort, and I hadn't a single unfulfilled desire or craving as far as my thought could reach. I lay with open eyes in a state of utter absence from myself and felt deliciously out of it.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Pain #Taken #Eye

I love three things," I then say. "I love a dream of love I once had, I love you, and I love this patch of earth." "And which do you love best?" "The dream.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Dream #Love You #Three

There was a rock in front of my hut, a tall, gray rock. By its looks it seemed to be well-disposed toward me...
-- Knut Hamsun

#Rocks #Looks #Gray

Truth is neither ojectivity nor the balanced view; truth is a selfless subjectivity.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Views #Selfless #Subjectivity

Small jerks began to appear in my legs, my walk became unsteady precisely because I wanted it to be smooth.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Legs #Jerk #Smooth

The heavy red roses smoldering in the foggy morning, blood-colored and uninhibited, made me greedy, and tempted me powerfully to steal one--I asked the prices merely so I could come as near them as possible.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Morning #Blood #Rose

I can't even make up a rhyme about an umbrella, let alone death and life and eternal peace.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Life And Death #Umbrella #Rhyme

Do you know what constitutes a great poet? He is a person without shame, incapable of blushing. Ordinary fools have moments when they go off by themselves and blush with shame; not so the great poet.... If you really have to quote someone, quote a geographer; that way you won't give yourself away. (p 44)
-- Knut Hamsun

#Giving #Way #Fool

An increasing number of people who lead mental lives of great intensity, people who are sensitive by nature, notice the steadily more frequent appearance in them of mental states of great strangeness ... a wordless and irrational feeling of ecstasy; or a breath of psychic pain; a sense of being spoken to from afar, from the sky or the sea; an agonizingly developed sense of hearing which can cause one to wince at the murmuring of unseen atoms; an irrational staring into the heart of some closed kingdom suddenly and briefly revealed.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Pain #Heart #Sea

And the great spirit of darkness spread a shroud over me...everything was silent-everything. But upon the heights soughed the everlasting song, the voice of the air, the distant, toneless humming which is never silent.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Song #Voice #Air

But things worked out. Everything works out. Though sometimes they work out sideways.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Work Out #Sometimes #Sideways

And love was creation's source,creation's ruler; but all love's ways are strewn with blossoms and blood, blossoms and blood.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Blood #And Love #Way

...I will exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell you my final word in life or in death, I tell you goodbye.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Goodbye #Rip #Thinking

The long, long road over the moors and up into the forest - who trod it into being first of all? Man, a human being, the first that came here. There was no path before he came.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Men #Long #Firsts

Keep it, keep it!" I answered. "You are very welcome to it! It is only a couple of small things, doesn't amount to anything—about everything I own in the world.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Couple #World #Welcome

You are welcome to your intellectual pastimes and books and art and newspapers; welcome, too, to your bars and your whisky that only makes me ill. Here am I in the forest, quite content.
-- Knut Hamsun

#Art #Book #Intellectual