For what is man's soul but a flame? It flickers in and around the body of a man as does the flame around the rough log.
Selma Lagerlöf... I see the green earth covered with the works of man or with the ruins of men’s work. The pyramids weigh down the earth, the tower of Babel has pierced the sky, the lovely temples and the gray castles have fallen into ruins. But of all those things which hands have built, what hasn’t fallen nor ever will fall? Dear friends, throw away the trowel and mortarboard! Throw your masons’ aprons over your heads and lie down to build dreams! What are temples of stone and clay to the soul? Learn to build eternal mansions of dreams and visions!
Selma LagerlöfHave you ever seen a child sitting on its mother’s knee listening to fairy stories? As long as the child is told of cruel giants and of the terrible suffering of beautiful princesses, it holds its head up and its eyes open; but if the mother begins to speak of happiness and sunshine, the little one closes its eyes and falls asleep with its head against her breast. . . . I am a child like that, too. Others may like stories of flowers and sunshine; but I choose the dark nights and sad destinies.
Selma LagerlöfNever repeat a rumor before you have verified it. And if it is true, hold your tongue all the more.
Selma LagerlöfThe ways of Providence cannot be reasoned out by the finite mind ... I cannot fathom them, yet seeking to know them is the most satisfying thing in all the world.
Selma LagerlöfIt is often the case with the silent children about us, that they cherish a dream which they dare not talk about.
Selma LagerlöfThere is so much one would rather not believe until one has seen for oneself whether it is true.
Selma LagerlöfYoung horses who cannot bear the whip or spur find life hard. At every smart they start forward and rush to their destruction, and when the way is stony and difficult, they know no better expedient than to overturn the cart and gallop madly away.
Selma LagerlöfIf dead things love, if earth and water distinguish friends from enemies, I should like to possess their love. I should like the green earth not to feel my step as a heavy burden. I should like her to forgive that she for my sake is wounded by plough and harrow, and willingly to open for my dead body.
Selma LagerlöfIt is not a good omen to meet a lot of cats when one sets out on a journey, so the Lieutenant spat three times for each cat, as his mother had taught him to do.
Selma LagerlöfIt is a strange thing to come home. While yet on the journey, you cannot at all realize how strange it will be.
Selma Lagerlöf