How did I get into the world? Why was I not asked about it and why was I not informed of the rules and regulations but just thrust into the ranks as if I had been bought by a peddling shanghaier of human beings? How did I get involved in this big enterprise called actuality? Why should I be involved? Isn't it a matter of choice? And if I am compelled to be involved, where is the managerโI have something to say about this. Is there no manager? To whom shall I make my complaint?
Soren KierkegaardA man prayed, and at first he thought that prayer was talking. But he became more and more quiet until in the end he realized prayer is listening.
Soren KierkegaardNo time of life is so beautiful as the early days of love, when with every meeting, every glance, one fetches something new home to rejoice over.
Soren Kierkegaard