En flyktning krysser sitt spor Quotes

“Morals are always erected by people who know where their next meal is coming from But everything goes, for ourselves, when we are without even a biscuit to nibble.”
― Aksel Sandemose, A Fugitive Covers His Tracks

“By means of the Jante Law’s ten commandments, Jante holds Jante down.  And now you must hear them all: 1.  Thou shalt not believe thou art something.  2.  Thou shalt not believe thou art as good as we.  3.  Thou shalt not believe thou art more wise than we.  4.  Thou shalt not fancy thyself better than we.  5.  Thou shalt not believe thou knowest more than we.  6.  Thou shalt not believe thou art greater than we.  7.  Thou shalt not believe thou amountest to anything, 8.  Thou shalt not laugh at us.  9.  Thou shalt not believe that anyone is concerned with thee.  10. Thou shalt not believe thou canst teach us anything.  Some of these commandments may perhaps be quite all right as they sound.  But he who has lived under the Law of Jante during the fifteen years it took him to develop, who has come to realize its bloody emphasis and its hysterical thirst for power, regards these commandments very differently.”
― Aksel Sandemose, A Fugitive Covers His Tracks

“It will always hold true that the under class will not be stirred into action until after the best minds within the upper class have perceived that the latter is no longer able to manage its own tasks.  With the first signs of such weakness, the superseding class rises like a tidal wave.  A society erected upon a class system falls when its structure has been analyzed and become understood.  The middle-class social democrats wished to develop into a bourgeois state; now they have paid in blood for their lack of vision.”
― Aksel Sandemose, A Fugitive Covers His Tracks

“When a society faces reorganization along radical lines, the first storm-signals will always come from the deserters from the party yielding ground.  It has never been slaves who have begun successful struggles against slavery; the deserters from the feudal state were the individuals who a hundred and fifty years ago, laid the ideological foundation for the middle-class revolt.”
― Aksel Sandemose, A Fugitive Covers His Tracks

“Men jeg tror vi kunde være helstøpte de fleste av oss hvis vi bare undte andre å bli det.”
― Aksel Sandemose, En flyktning krysser sitt spor

“Men vi bär på en väldig förskansning på dråp, och Jante driver oss bara till den punkten att vi kan dräpa om vi plötsligt ställs inför alla våra nederlag samlade i en brännpunkt. Om olyckan vill att jantepojken en dag när han är stark nog och har dolk i bältet står inför något som samlar alla strålarna från barndomen i ett spektrum, då har han funnit sitt Misery Harbour.”
― Aksel Sandemose, En flyktning krysser sitt spor

“De kan prygla ett barn till foglighet men inte till uppmärksamhet.”
― Aksel Sandemose, En flyktning krysser sitt spor

“Och föräldrarna tvingar all barnets huvudlösa lidande upp mot kokpunkten genom att predika sin äganderätt till barnen och sin makt över dem.”
― Aksel Sandemose, En flyktning krysser sitt spor

“Man mäter en vägsträcka med litermått och skriver pedagogik på facit.”
― Aksel Sandemose, En flyktning krysser sitt spor

“Den disharmoniska är i regel vad vi kallar begåvad.”
― Aksel Sandemose, En flyktning krysser sitt spor

“De trodde att vägen till fred var passivitet, de anade inte att freden kräver större aktivitet i sinnet än någonsin kriget.”
― Aksel Sandemose, En flyktning krysser sitt spor

“Han sträckte ut sina händer mot alla de stora och starka och bad att de skulle älska honom.”
― Aksel Sandemose, En flyktning krysser sitt spor

“Jag heter Espen Arnakke, och jag har svårt för att jag tänker. De andra tänker inte och har det inte svårt. En gång ska jag också bli som alla andra och ha det bra.”
― Aksel Sandemose, En flyktning krysser sitt spor

“Jantelagen, den överskuggade Moselag som bara predikades, medan Jantelagen praktiserades.”
― Aksel Sandemose, En flyktning krysser sitt spor

“But Rose did not wish to have any children, for just suppose they were to steal apples and so be deprived of going to heaven with us to live with God!”
― Aksel Sandemose, En flyktning krysser sitt spor

“Music and night follow the same route to the human heart.  In music and in alcoholic intoxication we are carried downward to our level of existence at the time we lay in the cradle and adored ourselves.  Intoxication, night, and music — each is a person who casts himself to earth and shrieks his own name.”
― Aksel Sandemose, A Fugitive Covers His Tracks