A dear, close friend sent me this after a very difficult separation and divorce.
I am Over The Moon to be returning to one of my absolutely favorite hobbies.
Only mid-way through the book did I begin to underline so my apologies for a wee bit of a false start. We pick up the baton at p. 151.
Golden! moments:
Repetition: A New Philosophy Of Life, p. 151
'One lives only once, one must have someone to whom one can make oneself understood. How much there is in that; especially when said with absolutely no pretension. Then it hits really hard.'
Repetition: A New Philosophy Of Life, p. 159
'It was obvious that he was going to be unhappy; that the girl would also become unhappy was no less obvious, although it was not so immediately possible to predict how it would happen . . . Nothing could draw him out of the melancholy longing by which he was not so much coming closer to his beloved as forsaking her. His mistake was incurable, and his mistake was this: that he stood at the end instead of the beginning.'
Repetition: A New Philosophy Of Life, p. 162
'I am unable to make a religious movement, it is contrary to my nature.'
How To Be Anxious, p. 166
With this account of his authorship, Kierkegaard is setting himself decisively, defiantly apart from the world, showing his disdain for worldly success. He has come to believe that 'the world, if it is not evil, is mediocre.'
How To Be Anxious, p. 178
Reading Arndt has clarified and deepened the conviction already expressed in Fear And Trembling: that joy lies on the far side of suffering, that struggle must precede consolation, that 'only the one who was in anxiety finds rest.' Kierkegaard believes, now as then, that experiences of suffering and doubt are a crucial training in becoming fully human.
Life's Labyrinth, p. 200-201
'We need dynamic personalities, unselfish people who are not immersed and exhausted in endless considerations for job, wife, and children.'
His brother Peter is his closest kin, and it is difficult to work up much festive cheer for him; instead, he recalls how Peter responded to him a year or so ago when he joked that 'I think I will entirely give up being an author and go in for horse-riding or things of that sort,' and Peter 'replied (in all seriousness), "That would be the best thing." That is how pointless my endeavors look to him.'
The Last Battle, p. 237
'Now it must happen. You must break with your father's tradition.'
The Last Battle, p. 243
. . . Socrates doubted that a person is human at birth - one does not slip into being human or gain knowledge of what it is to be human so easily.
Kierkegaard's Afterlife, p. 261
It is difficult to say what caused my tears as I watched Repetition in the Danish Church in 2013, but it had something to do with casting a sideways glance at my life as a whole, and seeing meaning there. Over the years I had often doubted the value of intellectual work, doubted whether the studies of philosophy I had drifted into were what I should be doing, doubted that I had much to offer my students. Sitting in that white church with all the other people who cared enough about Kierkegaard to spend a day celebrating his birthday, I felt a new confidence in whatever it was that brought me there. And in recent weeks, as I have close to the end of this book, I have been moved in a similar way, though not so much in relation to my own life. Following Kierkegaard through his final months to his last days in Frederiks Hospital, I sensed the mysterious weight of a human life, glimpsed in its entirety. It is elusive and intimate, slight and immense, fragile and astonishing.
Thank you, Kit. ;)