"The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge" Quotes
A young poet in Paris grapples with existential angst and searches for meaning in a collection of his notebooks.
fiction | 237 pages | Published in NaN
Quotes
I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world.
And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage.
Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words.
The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.
You must give birth to your images. They are the future waiting to be born. Fear not the strangeness you feel. The future must enter you long before it happens. Just wait for the birth, for the hour of the new clarity.
In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?
Don't be too quick to draw conclusions from what happens to you; simply let it happen.
The only sadnesses that are dangerous and unhealthy are the ones that we carry around in public in order to drown them out with the noise; like diseases that are treated superficially and foolishly, they just withdraw and after a short interval break out again all the more terribly; and gather inside us and are life, are life that is unlived, rejected, lost, life that we can die of.





