Hjalmar Soderberg Quotes

#1. He was strict and hard and had perfectly clear and definite ideas about duty, where the others were concerned. For oneself one can always find circumstances that alter cases

Hjalmar Soderberg

#2. For youth, the moon is a promise of all those tremendous things which await it, for older people a memento that the promise was never kept, a reminder of all that broke and went to pieces ...
And what is moonshine? Secondhand sunshine. Diluted, counterfeit.

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#3. We want to be loved; failing that, admired; failing that, feared; failing that, hated and despised. At all costs we want to stir up some sort of feeling in others. Our soul abhors a vacuum. At all costs it longs for contact.

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#4. 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 Soderberg

#5. Potemkin only deceived his empress;
how much more despicable to deceive oneself.

Hjalmar Soderberg

#6. A pregnant woman is a frightful object. A new-born child is loathsome. A deathbed rarely makes so horrible an impression as childbirth, that terrible symphony of screams and filth and blood.

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#7. Do not go to the bottom of things, or you will go to the bottom yourself.

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#8. Nothing so reduces and drags down a human being as the consciousness of not being loved.

Hjalmar Soderberg

#9. Truth is like the sun, its value wholly depends upon our being at a correct distance away from it.

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#10. We know so little about one another. We embrace a shadow and love a dream.

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#11. One wants to be loved, in lack thereof admired, in lack thereof feared, in lack thereof loathed and despised. One wants to instill some sort of emotion in people. The soul trembles before emptiness and desires contact at any price.

Hjalmar Soderberg

#12. I believe in the lust of the flesh and the incurable desolation of the soul.

Hjalmar Soderberg