Când vine vorba de amanții unei femei, se aplică îndeobște aritmetica negrilor australieni: ei numără doar până la trei. Tot ce depășește trei se cheamă "mulți".
Hjalmar SöderbergNimeni nu pune mare preț pe faptul că un preot oarecare se exprimă îin favoarea lui Dumnezeu. Asta-i meseria lui, nu? Dar când matematicieni si oameni de știință ca Pasca, Newton și Swedenborg fac lucrul ăsta, adepții "Tatălui nostru" devin atenți.
Hjalmar SöderbergNever will she be mine; never. I never brought a flush to her cheek, and it is not I who now have made it so chalk-white. And never will she slip across the street in the night, with anxiety in her heart and a letter to me.
Life has passed me by.
[..] I have got new curtains for my study; pure white. When I awoke this morning, I first thought it had been snowing. In my room the light was exactly as it is after the first fall of snow. I even fancied I caught the scent of snow freshly fallen. And soon it will come, the snow. One feels it in the air.
It will be welcome. Let it come. Let it fall.
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In the days when I was ambitious I worked out a very pretty little plan for conquering the whole earth and rearranging things as they ought to be; and when, in the end, everything became so good it almost began to be boring, then I was going to stuff my pockets with as much money as I could lay hands on and creep away, vanish in some cosmopolis and sit at a corner cafe and drink absinthe and enjoy seeing how everything went to the devil as soon as I wasn't on the scene any more.
Hjalmar SöderbergMots clés ambition absinthe global-domination
Nothing so reduces and drags down a human being as the consciousness of not being loved.
Hjalmar SöderbergVarför skall kärleken vara trollguldet, som andra dagen blir vissna löv, eller smuts, eller ölsupa? Ur människornas längtan efter kärlek har ju hela den sidan av kulturen spirat upp, som icke direkt syftar till hungerns stillande eller försvar mot fiender. Vårt skönhetssinne har ingen annan källa. All konst, all dikt, all musik har druckit ur den. Den tarvligaste moderna historiemålning likaväl som Rafaels madonnor och Steinlens små parisiska arbeterskor, "Dödens ängel" likaväl som Höga visan och Buch der Lieder, koralen och Wienervalsen, ja varje gipsornament på det tarvliga hus där jag bor, varje figur i tapeten, formen på porslinsvasen där och mönstret i min halsduk, allt som vill pryda och försköna, det må nu lyckas eller misslyckas, stammar därifrån, fast på mycket långa omvägar ibland. Och det är intet nattligt hugskott av mig, utan bevisat hundra gånger.
Men den källan heter icke kärleken, utan den heter: drömmen om kärlek.
Och å andra sidan är allt, som står i samband med drömmens fullbordan, med driftens tillfredsställelse, och som följer av den, inför vår djupaste instinkt något oskönt och oanständigt. Detta kan icke bevisas, det är bara en känsla: min känsla, och jag tror egentligen allas. Människorna behandla alltid varandras kärlekshistorier som något lågt eller komiskt och göra ofta icke ens undantag för sina egna.
People want to be loved; failing that admired; failing that feared; failing that hated and despised. They want to evoke some sort of sentiment. The soul shudders before oblivion and seeks connection at any price.
Hjalmar SöderbergMots clés love loneliness connection emotional-deprivation
Men naturen har förlänat människan med den lyckliga förmågan att glömma. Annars skulle hon inte stå ut med livet
Hjalmar SöderbergMots clés life forgetting livet
Thought is an acid, eating us away. At first we imagine it will only eat into that which is rotten and sick and must be removed. But thought thinks otherwise. It eats blindly. It begins with the prey you most gladly throw to it - but don't imagine it will be content with that! It doesn't stop until it has gnawed away the last thing you hold dear.
Hjalmar SöderbergGrădinarului i s-a spus că doar iarba va creşte pe mormântul meu, iar primăvara voi avea anemone. O să vii odată o să culegi o anemonă şi o să te gândeşti la mine. Ia-o ca un cuvânt de dragoste care a fost gândit dar nu a fost rostit niciodată.
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