Knut Hamsun Quotes

The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.

Adrian stood there leaning against the doorframe, watching me with his heart in his eyes. In my chest, my own heart was breaking. On my cheek, the lily reminded me who I was.

Come with me into the woods where spring is advancing, as it does, no matter what, not being singular or particular, but one of the forever gifts, and certainly visible.

I'm very sensitive. It's always been something I'm very in tune with. I am very emotional. Sometimes to the point of where I just want to hide away, because I can't get a handle on myself.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars and all roses are as white as my pain.

Lofty mountains are full of springs; great hearts are full of tears.

My heart beat Beats me senselessly Why's everything Gotta be so intense with me.

I feel too much. It's like being drummed to death from within. You know?

Her heart was heavy because it was open, and so things filled it, and so things rushed out of it, but still the heart kept beating, tough and frighteningly powerful and meaning to shrug off the rest of her and continue on its own.

I don't know lots of things but I know this: next year when spring flows over the starting point I'll think I'm going to drown in the shimmering miles of it.

It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want—oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!

You've got to be hurt and upset; otherwise you can't think of the really good, penetrating, X-rayish phrases.

It is as if my heart and my brain did not belong to the same person. Feelings come quicker than lightning and fill my soul, but they bring me no illumination; they burn me and dazzle me.

Knowing they were in the same city again made the missing him flare up inside her. In her stomach. Why were people always going on and on about the heart? Almost everything Levi happened in Cath’s stomach.

The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark

it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful

Vlad made a sound too harsh to be a growl. "You won't be satisfied until you've brought me to my knees, is that it?" "Why not?" It shot out of me with all the recklessness of my still-broken heart. "You brought me to mine.

I had to wait for someone special. Someone who would make my heart feel as if it's been trampled by elephants, thrown into the amazon, and eaten by piranhas.

Beauty is like a train that ceaselessly roars out of the Gare de Lyon and which I know will never leave, which has not left. It consists of jolts and shocks, many of which do not have much importance, but which we know are destined to produce one Shock, which does...The human heart, beautiful as a seismograph...Beauty will be CONVULSIVE or will not be at all.

We are not just Art for Michelangelo to carve, he can't rewrite the agro of my furied heart- Lady Gaga 10/22/10

Raven has lost deeply, again and again, and she, too, has buried herself. There are pieces of her scattered all over. Her heart is nestled next to a small set of bones buried beside a frozen river, which will emerge with the spring thaw, a skeleton ship rising out of the water”.

Do you have to have emotional turmoil to create music? I'm not sure because I've never been without it