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Søren Kierkegaard

@kierkegaard · 498 excerpts

And if anyone notices that darkness is falling over his soul, let him keep silent, for in that state he is not to speak.

On a cheek that blushes in secret
the heart’s ardour shines.

What psychology has to deal with must be something at rest that remains in a moving stillness, not something restless that is forever either producing itself or being repressed. But the enduring thing out of which sin constantly comes into being—not by necessity, for a becoming by necessity is a state, as for example the whole history of a plant is a state, but by freedom—this enduring thing, the predisposing presupposition, the real possibility of sin, is an object of psychology’s interest. What can occupy psychology, and what it can occupy itself with, is how sin can come into being, not that it comes into being. In its psychological interest it can bring matters so far that it is as if sin were there, but the next thing, that it is there, is qualitatively different from this. How this presupposition shows itself to careful psychological contemplation and observation as more and more pervasive, that is psychology’s interest; indeed, psychology will, as it were, surrender to the illusion that sin is thereby present. But this last illusion is psychology’s impotence, which shows that it has served its term.

One has no neighbor at all; for the “I” is at once itself and its own neighbor, as indeed it is also expressed: one is nearest to oneself (that is, one is one’s own neighbor).

In relation to all passion it holds, as with sailing, that the wind decisively gets the power to stretch the sail with a single gust, uno tenore, that there must not be too many tacks and beats before one reaches deep water, nor too many preparations made or too many ship’s councils held beforehand: what matters is that passion gets the power and the command to seize the unprepared with its omnipotence.

A dog’s distant barking, calling to faraway, friendly, well-known places—furnishes the most beautiful proof of the soul’s immortality.

Here, admittedly, a difficulty might seem to arise, inasmuch as science, the zeal to understand, has filled its devotees and followers with enthusiasm, and to that extent understanding and enthusiasm do not seem to conflict with each other in this way. It must be noted, however, that a speculative thinker, for example, a natural scientist, and so on, who is genuinely enthusiastic about comprehending and understanding, does not notice that he himself constantly posits what he wants to cancel. He is enthusiastic about understanding everything else, but the fact that he himself is enthusiastic he never comes to understand, that is, he never comes to comprehend his own enthusiasm, while in it he is enthusiastic about comprehending everything else.

The daily press is and remains the evil principle in the modern world; in its sophistry it knows no limit, since it can always sink lower and lower in its choice of readers. As a result it stirs up all the wretchedness that no state can any longer master. There will always be only a few who truly see the untruth in the daily press’s existence, and of these few, again, only very few will have the courage to express it, because it is downright martyrdom to break with the majority and with what is widespread, which will persecute and mistreat such a person without letup.

But you, my listener, if you fear this silence, though you strive to have a conscience, for without silence there is no conscience at all, and to have a good conscience, then hold out, then endure it; this silence is not the silence of death, in which you perish; this sickness is not unto death; it is the transition to life.

Silence is the demon’s snare; and the more is kept silent, the more terrible the demon becomes, but silence is also the Godhead’s shared knowing with the single individual.