It is incomprehensible that he should want to have these futile people here, and still more incomprehensible that he should be able to sit and listen to them and their stupid chatter. I can understand that he may occasionally listen to poets reciting their verses; they can be regarded as buffoons such as are always kept at court. They laud the lofty purity of the human soul, great events and heroic feats, and there is nothing to be said against all that, particularly if their songs flatter him. Human beings need flattery; otherwise they do not fulfill their purpose, not even in their own eyes. And both the present and the past contain much that is beautiful and noble which, without due praise, would have been neither noble nor beautiful. Above all, they sing the praises of love, which is quite as it should be, for nothing else is in such need of transformation into something different. The ladies are filled with melancholy and their breasts heave with sighs; the men gaze vaguely and dreamily into space, for they all know what it is really like and realize that this must be an especially beautiful poem.
Pär LagerkvistAtt veta mer än som är nödvändigt, det är dårskap... tvivlar vi mer än som är nödvändigt så rycks maskerna av - och våra ansikten lyser spöklika och slappa i festskenet... vi får leta bland maskerna för att se vilka vi var - och gitter inte leta.
Pär LagerkvistDen själarnas vackra maskerad som vi kallar kärlek... Där gyckelbilderna möts... Och tror att deras värld är upphöjd och skön!
Pär LagerkvistBitter, too, to be forced to acknowledge in one's heart how little love has to do with kindness.
Pär LagerkvistВсякая подлинная жизненная судьба для человека - клетка, потому что она
предлагает лишь один вариант, потому что границы ее жестки и определенны, и
чем жестче ее границы, тем острее дает она почувствовать простирающуюся за
ними беспредельность.
Kärleken är någonting som dör. Och när den dör går den över i förruttnelse och kan bli jordmån för en ny kärlek. Den döda kärleken lever då sitt hemliga liv i den levande och det finns i själva verket i kärleken ingen död.
Pär LagerkvistTag: dvärgen
Nothing is more foreign than the world of one's childhood when one has truly left it.
Pär LagerkvistTag: childhood growth maturity
And they are deformed though it does not show on the outside. I live only my dwarf life. I never go around tall and smooth-featured. I am ever myself, always the same, I live one life alone. I have no other being inside me. And I recognize everything within me, nothing ever comes up from my inner depths, nothing there is shrouded in mystery. Therefore I do not fear the things which frighten them, the incoherent, the unknown, the mysterious. Such things do not exist for me. There is nothing "different" about me.
Pär LagerkvistTag: fearlessness characteristic
-No, the man said, looking past him with his empty gaze, the realm of the dead isn't anything. But to those who have been there, nothing else is anything either.
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