What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.... And people flock around the poet and say: 'Sing again soon' - that is, 'May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.
Soren KierkegaardThe unhappy person is never present to themself because they always live in the past or the future.
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 KierkegaardI am convinced that God is love, this thought has for me a primitive lyrical validity. When it is present to me, I am unspeakably blissful, when it is absent, I long for it more vehemently than does the lover for his object.
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