Knut Hamsun
Knut Hamsun
Knut Hamsunwas a Norwegian author, who was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1920. Hamsun's work spans more than 70 years and shows variation with regard to the subject, perspective and environment. He published more than 20 novels, a collection of poetry, some short stories and plays, a travelogue, and some essays...
NationalityNorwegian
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth4 August 1859
CountryNorway
easy feet head longer walking
I no longer have my feet planted on the ground, I am walking on air, my head is spinning. It is not easy to be myself right now.
echoes secret able
The writer must be able to revel and roll in the abundance of words; he must know not only the direct but also the secret power of a word. There are overtones and undertones to a word, and lateral echoes, too.
giving effort littles
Do not forget, some give little, and it is much for them, others give all, and it costs them no effort; who then has given most?
dream love-you earth
I love three things," I then say. "I love a dream of love I once had, I love you, and I love this patch of earth." "And which do you love best?" "The dream.
soul able language
Language must resound with all the harmonies of music. The writer must always, at all times, find the tremulous word which captures the thing and is able to draw a sob from my soul by its very rightness.
life-and-death umbrella rhyme
I can't even make up a rhyme about an umbrella, let alone death and life and eternal peace.
views subjectivity selfless
Truth is neither ojectivity nor the balanced view; truth is a selfless subjectivity.
flower light offering
No, what I should really like to do right now, in the full blaze of lights, before this illustrious assembly, is to shower every one of you with gifts, with flowers, with offerings of poetry - to be young once more, to ride on the crest of the wave.
rocks looks gray
There was a rock in front of my hut, a tall, gray rock. By its looks it seemed to be well-disposed toward me...
years sweat two
What if one were up there, drifting about among suns and feeling the tails of comets fan one's forehead! How small the earth was and how puny the people; a Norway of two million provincial souls and a mortgage bank to help feed them! What was life worth at such a rate? You elbowed yourself ahead in the sweat of your face for a few mortal years, only to perish all the same, all the same!
fate men evil
When good befalls a man he calls it Providence, when evil fate.
spiritual real eye
There are some people who cannot help giving. Why? Because they experience a real psychological pleasure in doing so. They don't do it with an eye to their own advantage, they do it on the quiet; they detest doing it openly because that would take away some of the satisfaction. They do it in secret, with quick trembling hands, their breasts rocked by a spiritual well being which they do not themselves understand.
goodbye rip thinking
...I will exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell you my final word in life or in death, I tell you goodbye.
legs jerk smooth
Small jerks began to appear in my legs, my walk became unsteady precisely because I wanted it to be smooth.