Johannes V. Jensen
Johannes V. Jensen was a prominent Danish author known for his innovative contributions to literature in the early 20th century. Born in 1873, he grew up in a rural setting that deeply influenced his writing. Jensen's literary career spanned several genres, but he is best remembered for his novels and poetry that explore themes of nature, identity, and the human condition. His most notable work, the epic novel 'The Long Journey' ('Den lange rejse'), reflects his fascination with the interplay between civilization and the natural world, showcasing his lyrical prose and philosophical depth. This work, along with others like 'Himmelfart' and 'Kongens Fald', solidified his reputation as a key figure in Danish literature. Jensen's significance lies not only in his narrative style but also in his ability to weave complex characters and rich landscapes into a cohesive exploration of existential themes. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1944, recognizing his impact on the literary world and his contributions to the understanding of humanity's place within the universe. His legacy endures through his thought-provoking works, which continue to inspire readers and writers alike, marking him as a pivotal figure in the canon of Scandinavian literature.
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View all 12 quotes“يمكن للإنسان أن يهزم الأرض كلها ، لكن قبل ذلك عليه أن ينتصر ثانية في المكان الذي شهد هزيمته ، وقبل ذلك لن يعرف للإنتصار طعمًا””
“At noontime in midsummer, when the sun is at its highest and everything is in a state of embroiled repose, flashes may be seen in the southern sky. Into the radiance of daylight come bursts of light even more radiant. Exactly half a year later, when the fjord is frozen over and the land buried in snow, the very same spirit taunts creation. At night cracks in the ice race from one end of the fjord to the other, resounding like gunshots or like the roaring of a mad demon.The peasants dig tunnels from their door through the drifts over to the cow shed. Where are the trolls and the elves now, and where are the sounds of nature? Even the Beast may well be dead and forgotten. Life itself hangs in suspension - existence has shrunk to nothingness. Now it is only a question of survival. The fox thrashes around in a blizzard in the oak thicket and fights his way out, mortally terrified.It is a time of stillness. Hoarfrost lies in a timeless shroud over the fjord. All day long a strange, sighing sound is heard from out on the ice. It is a fisherman, standing alone at his hole and spearing eel.One night it snows again. The air is sheer snow and the wind a frigid blast. No living creature is stirring. Then a rider comes to the crossing at Hvalpsund. There is no difficulty in getting over - he does not even slacken his speed, but rides at a brisk trot from the shore out onto the ice.The hoofbeats thunder beneath him and the ice roars for miles around. He reaches the other side and rides up onto the land. The horse”
“It is June, the time when men mass and ships lie in readiness. The king conquers Sweden at this time every year.””
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