Death Quote by Knut Hamsun — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“The poet must always, in every instance, have the vibrant word... that by it's trenchancy can so wound my soul that it whimpers.... One must know and recognize not merely the direct but the secret power of the word; one must be able to give one's writing unexpected effects. It must have a hectic, anguished vehemence, so that it rushes past like a gust of air, and it must have a latent, roistering tenderness so that it creeps and steals one's mind; it must be able to ring out like a sea-shanty in a tremendous hour, in the time of the tempest, and it must be able to sigh like one who, in tearful mood, sobs in his inmost heart.”

“Truth is neither ojectivity nor the balanced view; truth is a selfless subjectivity.”

“I can't even make up a rhyme about an umbrella, let alone death and life and eternal peace.”

“And then I crawled into his unmade bed, wrapping myself in his comforter like a cocoon, surrounding myself with his smell. I took out my cannula so I could smell better, breathing him and out, the scent fading even as I lay there, my chest burning until I couldn't distinguish among the pains.”

“Before that beautiful heart that harmed none and loved too much-stopped.”

“And in such bliss does devastation grow.”

“She died--this was the way she died;”

“YOU'RE ONLY PUTTING OFF THE INEVITABLE, he said.”

“What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.”