Quotes by: Dag Hammarskjold
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.
We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny. But what we put into it is ours.
Those who invoke history will certainly be heard by history. And they will have to accept its verdict.
Your cravings as a human animal do not become a prayer just because it is God whom you ask to attend to them.
I believe that we should die with decency so that at least decency will survive.
The more faithfully you listen to the voices within you, the better you will hear what is sounding outside.
Time always seems long to the child who is waiting - for Christmas, for next summer, for becoming a grownup: long also when he surrenders his whole soul to each moment of a happy day.
The myths have always condemned those who 'looked back.' Condemned them, whatever the paradise may have been which they were leaving. Hence this shadow over each departure from your decision.
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.
To forgive oneself? No, that doesn't work: we have to be forgiven. But we can only believe this is possible if we ourselves can forgive.
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 made clean again.
Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.
The more we do, the more we can do; the more busy we are, the more leisure we have.
It is more noble to give yourself completely to one individual than to labor diligently for the salvation of the masses.
Do not seek death. Death will find you. But seek the road which makes death a fulfillment.
Life only demands from you the strength that you possess. Only one feat is possible; not to run away.
Destiny is something not be to desired and not to be avoided. a mystery not contrary to reason, for it implies that the world, and the course of human history, have meaning.
If even dying is to be made a social function, then, grant me the favor of sneaking out on tiptoe without disturbing the party.