We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny. But what we put into it is ours.
Dag HammarskjoldIt is not the repeated mistakes, the long succession of petty betrayals--though, God knows, they would give cause enough for anxiety and self-contempt--but the huge elementary mistake, the betrayal of that within me which is greater than I--in complacent adjustment to alien demands.
Dag HammarskjoldThe light died in the low clouds. Falling snow drank in the dusk. Shrouded in silence, the branches wrapped me in their peace. When the boundaries were erased, once again the wonder: that *I* exist.
Dag HammarskjoldThis accidental meeting of possibilities calls itself I. I ask: what am I doing here? And, at once, this I becomes unreal.
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