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theoptia · 2 years
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Søren Kierkegaard, from Kierkegaard's Journals and Notebooks, Volume 1
Text ID: I shall now try to look calmly at myself and begin to act inwardly; for only in this way will I be able, as the child in its first consciously undertaken act refers to itself as “I,” to call myself “I” in a profounder sense.
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ruknowhere · 2 years
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It is not you I want, it is the memory of you.
— Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855)
in: “Kierkegaard’s Journals and Notebooks, Volume 3: Notebooks 1-15”
Photography: Ezequiel Pini
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Photography: Ezequiel Pini
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It is not you I want, it is the memory of you. — Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855) in: “Kierkegaard’s Journals and Notebooks, Volume 3: Notebooks 1-15”
[Belles-lettres]
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Doubtless the most sublime tragedy consists in being misunderstood
Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855)  in: “Kierkegaard’s Journals and Notebooks, Volume 1: no. 118″,  Bruce H. Kirmmse (general editor) 
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theoptia · 2 years
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Søren Kierkegaard, from Kierkegaard's Journals and Notebooks, Volume I
Text ID: the singularity, unity, and simplicity of the great, of the sublime.
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theoptia · 2 years
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Søren Kierkegaard, from Kierkegaard's Journals and Notebooks, Volume 1
Text ID: God's consciousness of things is their coming into being. / God is the actuality of the possible.
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theoptia · 2 years
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Søren Kierkegaard, from Kierkegaard's Journals and Notebooks, Volume 1
Text ID: One must fist learn to know oneself before knowing anything else (γνωϑισ σεαυτον). Only when the person has inwardly understood himself, and then sees the way forward on his path, does his life acquire repose and meaning; only then is he free
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theoptia · 2 years
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Søren Kierkegaard, from Kierkegaard's Journals and Notebooks, Volume 1
Text ID: It is a question of understanding my own destiny, of seeing what the Deity really wants me to do; the thing is to find a truth which is truth for me, to find the idea for which I am willing to live and die.
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My total mental and spiritual impotence at present is terrible precisely because it is combined with a consuming longing, with an intellectual-spiritual burning — and yet so formless that I do not even know what it is I need.
Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855)  in: “Kierkegaard’s Journals and Notebooks, Volume 3: Notebooks 1-15”
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Somewhere in England there is a gravestone with only these words on it: The Unhappiest. I can imagine that someone would read it and think that no one at all lies buried there but that it was destined for him.
Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855)  in: “Kierkegaard’s Journals and Notebooks, Volume 3: Notebooks 1-15”
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And when the sun shuts its vigilant eye, when history is past, I will not only wrap myself in my cloak but I will throw the night around me like a veil, and I will come to you — I will listen as the savage listens — not for your footsteps but for the beating of your heart.
Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855)  in: “Kierkegaard’s Journals and Notebooks, Volume 3: Notebooks 1-15”
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It is not you I want, it is the memory of you.
Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855)  in: “Kierkegaard’s Journals and Notebooks, Volume 3: Notebooks 1-15”
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My head is as empty and dead as a theater when the play is over.
Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855)  in: “Kierkegaard’s Journals and Notebooks, Volume 3: Notebooks 1-15”
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..... and when I feel unhappy like this, it is my consolation, my only consolation, that she is not suffering with me.
Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855)  in: “Kierkegaard’s Journals and Notebooks, Volume 3: Notebooks 1-15”
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... my soul at the moment of writing this is as turbulent as my body — in a cabin rocked by the pitching and rolling of a steamship.
Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855), from Notebook 8 (1841) in: “Kierkegaard's Journals and Notebooks, Volume 3: Notebooks 1-15”
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