I will not by suppression, or by performing tricks, try to produce the impression that the ordinary Christianity in the land and the Christianity of … - Søren Kierkegaard

Spontaneous love can reach the point of despair, shows that it is in despair, that even when it is happy it loves with the power of despair.

I do not know, my listener, what your crime, your guilt, your sins are, but surely we are all more or less of the guilt of loving only little. Take comfort, then, in these words just as I take comfort in them. P. 173-174

I have only one friend, and that is echo. Why is it my friend? Because I love my sorrow, and echo does not take it away from me. I have only one confidant, and that is the silence of night. Why is it my confidant? Because it remains silent.