Olaf Inspirational Quotes

Thus and thus is the world. Seeing the depth, we shall see also the height, and praise both.

The stars do flicker yet in my heaven your eyes shine brightest of all.

The music of the spheres is unlike other music not only in respect of its richness, but also in the nature of its medium. It is a music not merely of sounds but of souls.

Hey, do me a favor and grab my butt," Olaf´s head said to Hans.

Strange "circulus vitiosus," which I already foresaw in my twentieth year, when I wrote my drama Meister Olaf, and which has constituted the tragedy of my life. Why be tormented during thirty years in order to be taught by experience what one had already foreboded? When young I was sincerely pious, and you have made me a freethinker. Out of the freethinker you have made an atheist, and out of the atheist a religious man. Inspired by humanitarian ideas, I have been a herald of socialism. Five years later, you have shown me the absurdity of socialism; you have made all my prophecies futile. And supposing I become again religious, I am sure that, in another ten years, you will reduce religion to an absurdity. Ah! what a game the gods play with us poor mortals! And therefore, in the most tormented moments of life, we too can laugh with self-conscious raillery. How is it that you wish us to take earnestly what is nothing but a huge bad joke? For whom was Christ the Saviour? Consider the most Christian of all Christians, our pious Scandinavians, these amæmic, wretched, timid creatures, who look as though they were possessed. They seem to carry an evil spirit in their hearts, and observe how most of their leaders have ended in prison as criminals. Why has their master delivered them over to the enemy? Is religion a punishment, and Christ an Avenger?

There are millions of people in London, I said to myself. Millions of men and women. But then after a moment another voice responded: There are also millions of stars in the sky, but there’s life on only one of them.

I have a sense of anticipation in my chest, a burning anticipation that takes me by surprise and reminds me that not so long ago I was a young man.

It’s a strange thing to say. And yet it hardly felt as if almost half a century has passed since we last saw each other, especially not after we had finished asking the usual polite but trivial questions and provided equally inconsequential answers.

On my way here, I came to the realization that now is a good time for me to confront a few things I haven’t given much thought to in recent years or perhaps have avoided thinking about. Not so much because I have anything to feel ashamed of but because dwelling on the past can be time-consuming and unproductive.

And then the name leaps out at me, the decades seem to melt away, and I am standing again in gentle rain outside the locked door, the morning I discovered that they had disappeared.

Have been most timid of cowards from day of birth," replied Li Han, without shame, "and this is an inauspicious day." - "No it ain't," said Olaf, "it ban Thursday.

Some people are worth melting for.

Hypothetically possible Hypothetically possible Reaching for the impossible Like darkness that seeks the light Like Olaf that dreams of Summer But hey, Olaf gets his personal snow shower in the end Something impossible might just be hypothetically possible If we hold our judgement If we dare enough to try If we dare enough to overpower our inner darkness called, Fear

This doesn’t sound like she wrote it. Somehow it isn’t like her. Maybe the sentence is too long. Too formal. But then I remind myself that I last saw her half a century ago. Over half a century ago, I tell myself again, as if I have just discovered something that wasn’t self-evident. I get that sinking feeling and start to tremble slightly, since the obvious thought dawns on me as I stand here holding my teacup that, while the cup may not have changed, Miko is almost certainly a completely different person from who she was when I imagined us spending the rest of our lives together.

I find I have slowed my pace without realizing it. Having turned away from the river, I am now a stone’s throw from her house. And yet I don’t quite come to a halt and have stopped puzzling over what to say to her when we meet, stopped trying to find words that will bridge half a century.

It’s one thing to be an optimist and quite another to deceive oneself. The longer I stare up at those windows, the less able I am to avoid confronting the fact that something bad might have happened.

The word hibakusha appeared in the article,” she resumes. “The scientists talked about prejudice, explaining, for example, that radiation poisoning isn’t contagious and debunking other myths. But I didn’t feel any better. What they said about having children outweighed everything else.

Minutes become hours and a moment becomes an eternity. I am seventy-five years old, sitting on this bench feeding two little birds crumbs from the pastry I bought with my coffee. I am thinking about the knife on the table, my teacup, moonlight on raven hair. It’s as if time has stood still, as if nothing has happened in the half century that has passed.

Maybe I believed I was leaving behind the city and everything associated with it, maybe I thought that with time I could start over again. But she followed me like the books I packed into the box and the teacup I kept hold of on the plane, the one I left on the kitchen table this morning. The city and its memories, the joy, the sorrows, and the anger—and the love that has stood in the way of so much all these years.

Yesterday she also said: “I was in a bad way for a long time.

When she gave birth to a baby boy, Takahashi-san had already arranged for him to be taken immediately to a place for disabled children in Hiroshima.

Q: What does Olaf eat for lunch? A: Icebergers.

Q: Why did Sven try to eat olafs nose? A: Because he doesn't carrot (care at) all.

But words can of course equally well carry a blessing with them. A good word at parting is a gift of strength to the traveller. When the king said “Good luck go with you, my friend,” the man set out carrying a piece of the king's power in him. “Luck on your way to your journey's end, and then I will take my luck again,” is a saying still current among the Danish peasantry. A good word given on coming to a new place meant a real addition to one's luck. When Olaf the Peacock moved into his new homestead, old Hoskuld, his father, stood outside uttering words of good luck; he bade Olaf welcome with luck, and added significantly: “This my mind tells me surely, that his name shall live long.” Orðheill, word-luck, is the Icelandic term for a wish thus charged with power, either for good or evil, according as the speaker put his goodwill into his words and made them a blessing, or inspired them with his hate, so that they acted as a curse. There was man's life in words, just as well as in plans, in counsel. Thoughts and words are simply detached portions of the human soul and thus in full earnest to be regarded as living things.