Quotes by Swedish Authors - Page 2

We all need somebody to talk to. It would be good if we talked ... not just pitter-patter but real talk. We shouldn't be so afraid because most people really like this contact that you show you are vulnerable makes them free to be vulnerable.
Liv Ullmann
Is life so wretched? Isn't it rather your hands which are too small your vision which is muddled? You are the one who must grow up.
Dag Hammarskjöld
How Forgiveness Helps Us Forgiveness is the answer to the child's dream of a miracle by which what is broken is made whole again what is soiled is again made clean.
Dag Hammarskjöld
I used to store my anger and it affected my play. Now I get it out. I'm never rude to my playing partner. I'm very focused on the ball. Then it's over.
Helen Alfredsson
All of us collect fortunes when we are children. A fortune of colors of lights and darkness of movement of tensions. Some of us have the fantastic chance to go back to his fortune when grown up.
Ingmar Bergman
We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny. But what we put into it is ours.
Dag Hammarskjöld
There is a point at which everything becomes simple and there is no longer any question of choice because all you have staked will be lost if you look back. Life's point of no return.
Dag Hammarskjöld
I see the playwright as a lay preacher peddling the ideas of his time in popular form.
August Strindberg
Life only demands from you the strength you possess.
Dag Hammarskjöld
Only one feat is possible: not to have run away.
Dag Hammarskjöld
Love is moral even without legal marriage but marriage is immoral without love.
Ellen Key
I loathe people who keep dogs. They are cowards who haven't got the guts to bite people themselves.
August Strindberg
Growing old - it's not nice but it's interesting.
August Strindberg
Time goes by: reputation increases ability declines.
Dag Hammarskjöld
I have brightness in my soul which strains toward Heaven. I am like a bird!
Jenny Lind
At every step the child should be allowed to meet the real experience of life the thorns should never be plucked from his roses.
Ellen Key
Through the picture I see reality. Through the word I understand it.
Sven Lidman
No form of art goes beyond ordinary consciousness as film does straight to our emotions deep into the twilight room of the soul.
Ingmar Bergman
Is life so wretched? Isn't it rather your hands which are too small your vision which is muddled? You are the one who must grow up.
Dag Hammarskjöld
Never look down to test the ground before taking your next step only he who keeps his eye fixed on the far horizon will find his right road.
Dag Hammarskjöld
Journalism is the art of coming too late as early as possible. I’ll never master that.
Stig Dagerman
Go and nose out the next piece of shit... as one said in the trade. If nothing else was available, you could run an article on the latest miracle diet. That always worked.
Jonas Jonasson
Wolf Winter,’ she said, her voice small. ‘I wanted to ask about it. You know, what it is.’He was silent for a long time. ‘It's the kind of winter that will remind us we are mortal,’ he said. ‘Mortal and alone.
Cecilia Ekbäck
You understand Teacher, don't you, that when you have a mother who's an angel and a father who is a cannibal king, and when you have sailed on the ocean all your whole life, then you don't know just how to behave in school with all the apples and ibexes.
Astrid Lindgren
If you want to win, you're going to have to fight.
Stieg Larsson
The lie detector didn’t react to anything I said, but I wouldn’t dare smile.
Embee
Are you okay?” someone asked.t“I’m fine,” I snapped, turning to face Jayden Griffin.t“I have to admit, you’re getting better at lying, Tess Embers,” he said quietly. “However, I know you’re not okay.
Embee
That’s not necessary,” Mr. Bradshaw said, “although you are all perfectly welcome in the guest rooms upstairs, I won’t ask you to lie to your-”t“Mr. Bradshaw.” Nathan grinned. “You’ve been asking us to lie to our parents from the moment we each set foot in this house. We’re spies; we’ll all find excuses to stay here. No one wants to leave the only place in the city where the Pentagon won’t dare enter. Not tonight. Not after what happened.
Embee
We are quiet, contemplative people, and our behaviour in the field is relatively aristocratic. Running is not necessarily beneath our dignity but it is in any case pointless because the flies move much too fast. Consequencly, we stand still, as if on guard, and moreover almost exclusively in blazing sunshine, little breeze and fragrant flowers. Passersby can therefore easily get the impression that the fly hunter is a convalescent of some kind, momentarily lost in meditation. This is not wholly inaccurate.
Fredrik Sjöberg
And now she stood outside the station with his flowers pressed happily to her breast, in all that red cardigan of hers, making the rest of the world look as if it was made in greyscale.
Fredrik Backman
Grip had been hungry ever since the first youthful spots on his sheets. Wanting to try what others only fantasized about, finding his way to the fearless ones who laughed back, the ones who also wanted it. Games with new positions had started before the end of adolescence. Later: bruises, leather straps, and candles—anything that excited—on airplanes, in hotel elevators with the emergency stop button pushed.
Robert Karjel
People are so unnecessarily negative about envy. It really ought to be struck off the list of deadly sins.
David Lagercrantz
Those who are different, also have a tendency to think differently.
David Lagercrantz
Grow up and be different and don’t let anyone tell you not to be different, because all superheroes are different.
Fredrik Backman
Ana was a tornado. A jagged, hundred-sided peg in a community where everyone was supposed to fit into round holes.
Fredrik Backman
Balance is key. In everything you do. Dance all night long and practice yoga the next day. Drink wine but don’t forget your green juice. Eat chocolate when your heart wants it and kale salad when your body needs it. Wear high heels on Saturday and walk barefoot on Sunday. Go shopping at the mall and then sit down and meditate in your bedroom. Live high and low. Move and stay still. Embrace all sides of who you are and live your authentic truth! Be brave and bold and spontaneous and loud and let that complement your abilities to find silence and patience and modesty and peace. Aim for balance. Make your own rules and don’t let anybody tell you how to live according to theirs.
Rachel Brathen
Sometimes you have to realise that things will never change if you don’t make a change yourself, and sometimes, you need to realise that it only happened so that you could learn something.
Charlotte Eriksson
She’s fifteen, above the age of consent, and he’s seventeen, but he’s still “the boy” in every conversation. She’s “the young woman”.Words are not small things.
Fredrik Backman
She is told all the things she shouldn’t have done: She shouldn’t have waited so long before going to the police. She shouldn’t have gotten rid of the clothes she was wearing. Shouldn’t have showered. Shouldn’t have drunk alcohol. Shouldn’t have put herself in that situation. Shouldn’t have gone into the room, up the stairs, given him the impression. If only she hadn’t existed, then none of this would have happened, why didn’t she think of that?
Fredrik Backman
For the perpetrator, rape lasts just a matter of minutes. For the victim, it never stops.
Fredrik Backman
Bucket had started his criminal career in Braas, not far from when Allan and his new friends now found themselves. There he had gotten together with some like-minded peers and started the motorcycle club called The Violence. Bucket was the leader; he decided which newsstand was to be robbed of cigarettes next. He was the one who has chosen the name- The Violence, in English, not swedish. And he was the one who unfortunately asked his girlfriend Isabella to sew the name of the motorcycle club onto ten newly stolen leather jackets. Isabella had never really learned to spell properly at school, not in Swedish, and certainly not in English.The result was that Isabella sewed The Violins on the jackets instead. As the rest of the club members had had similar academic success, nobody in the group noticed the mistake. So everyone was very surprised when one day a letter arrived for The Violins in Braas from the people in charge of the concert hall in Vaxjo. The letter suggested that, since the club obviously concerned itself with classical music, they might like to put in am appearance at a concert with the city’s prestigious chamber orchestra, Musica Viate.Bucket felt provoked; somebody was clearly making fun of him. One night he skipped the newsstand, and instead went into Vaxjo to throw a brick through the glass door of the concert hall. This was intended to teach the people responsible lesson in respect. It all went well, except that Bucket’s leather glove happened to follow the stone into the lobby. Since the alarm went off immediately, Bucket felt it would be unwise to try to retrieve the personal item in question.Losing the glove was not good. Bucket had traveled to Vaxjo by motorbike and one hand was extremely cold all the way home to Braas that night. Even worse was the fact that Bucket’s luckless girlfriend had written Bucket’s name and adress inside the glove, in case he lost it."For more quotes from the novel visit my blog: frommybooks.wordpress.com
Jonas Jonasson
Snow is like a wide sea. One could go out and be lost in it and forget the world, and oneself.
Greta Garbo
Every summer there are a number of nights, not many, but a number, when everything is perfect. The light, the warmth, the smells, the mist, the birdsong – the moths. Who can sleep? Who wants to?
Fredrik Sjöberg
Waiting. tThat’s always what being a spy comes down to, isn’t it?
Embee
The world is filled with so many beautiful people after all and who am I to think that you will hold on, hold on to me, because who am I and what are we?
Charlotte Eriksson
Mulled ale for the frozen man,And mulled ale for the weary:For mulled ale is the body's friendAnd makes the sick heart merry.
Frans G. Bengtsson
I’ve been trying to stay real and true and proud of who I am,all those ideals of how to lookI’ve been trying not to care.But I’m still holding my breath, I ‘m still watching every step.I’m still tip-toeing away, when I’m getting to ashamed of myself. I don’t want to be your letdown,I’m scared like hell I’m not enough.I don’t wanna beyour failure anymore.— The Glass Child, Letdown
Charlotte Eriksson
I am the sea and nobody owns me
Pippi Longstocking
In Miamas, fairy tales are still produced around the clock, lovingly handmade one by one, and only the very, very finest of them are exported. Most are only told once and then they fall flat on the ground, but the best and most beautiful of them rise from the lips of their tellers after the last words have been spoken, and then slowly hover off over the heads of the listeners, like small, shimmering paper lanterns.
Fredrik Backman
I took a glass retort, capable of containing eight ounces of water, and distilled fuming spirit of nitre according to the usual method. In the beginning the acid passed over red, then it became colourless, and lastly again all red: no sooner did this happen, then I took away the receiver; and tied to the mouth of the retort a bladder emptied of air, which I had moistened in its inside with milk of lime lac calcis, (i.e. lime-water, containing more quicklime than water can dissolve) to prevent its being corroded by the acid. Then I continued the distillation, and the bladder gradually expanded. Here-upon I left every thing to cool, tied up the bladder, and took it off from the mouth of the retort.— I filled a ten-ounce glass with this air and put a small burning candle into it; when immediately the candle burnt with a large flame, of so vivid a light that it dazzled the eyes. I mixed one part of this air with three parts of air, wherein fire would not burn; and this mixture afforded air, in every respect familiar to the common sort. Since this air is absolutely necessary for the generation of fire, and makes about one-third of our common air, I shall henceforth, for shortness sake call it empyreal air, [literally fire-air] the air which is unserviceable for the fiery phenomenon, and which makes abut two-thirds of common air, I shall for the future call foul air [literally corrupted air].
Carl Wilhelm Scheele
The thing is, Ms. Embers, they aren’t exactly on our side.
Embee
Those who won't accept evil never get anything good.
August Strindberg
Everything is complicated if no one explains it to you.
Fredrik Backman
It doesn't take long to persuade each other to stop seeing a person as a person. And when enough people are quiet for long enough, a handful of voices can give the impression that everyone is screaming.
Fredrik Backman
Contentment is the only real wealth
Albert Nobel
You only need one ray of light to chase all the shadows away.
Fredrik Backman
Because a time comes in every man's life when he decides what sort of man he's going to be: the kind who lets other people walk all over him, or not.
Fredrik Backman
Think of a "discovery" as an act that moves the arrival of information from a later point in time to an earlier time. The discovery's value does not equal the value of the information discovered but rather the value of having the information available earlier than it otherwise would have been. A scientist or a mathematician may show great skill by being the first to find a solution that has eluded many others; yet if the problem would soon have been solved anyway, then the work probably has not much benefited the world [unless having a solution even slightly sooner is immensely valuable or enables further important and urgent work].
Nick Bostrom
Jayden shoved through the crowd and pulled me to my feet. I hadn’t realized I was crying until he wiped a tear from my face. “What happened?
Embee
Rebecka laughs through her tears. There is almost too much laughter. It bubbles over because she has cried so much she has created an empty space, ready to be filled with another feeling.
Åsa Larsson