I am a Janus bifrons; I laugh with one face, I weep with the other.
Who is to show us the middle course between being devoured by one's own reflections, as though one were the only man who ever had existed or ever would exist, and seeking a worthless consolation in the commune naufragium of mankind?
It is terrible how boring conversations in general are when one has to be with people for too long.
Passion is the real thing, the real measure of man's power. And the age in which we live is wretched, because it is without passion.
My doubt is terrible. Nothing can withstand it --it is a cursed hunger and I can swallow up every argument...It is a positive starting point for philosophy when Aristotle says that philosophy begins in wonder, not as in our day with doubt.
There is a bird called the stormy-petrel, and that is what I am, when in a generation storms begin to gather, individuals of my type appear.
I wish to make people aware, so that they do not squander and dissipate their lives...I wish to make men aware of their own ruin.
What the age needs is pathos.
So there was nothing to do but to water down Christianity. And so they continued to water it down till in the end they achieved perfect conformity with an ordinary worldly run of ideas--which were proclaimed as Christianity.
Humanism? It is a vaporised Christianity, a culture-consciousness, the dregs of Christianity.
In frightful inner suffering I became an author.
It is perfectly true that only terror to the point of despair develops a man to his utmost--though of course many succumb during the cure.
Official preaching has falsely represented religion, Christianity, as nothing but consolation, happiness etc. And consequently doubt has the advantage of being able to say in a superior way: I do not wish to be made happy by an illusion. If Christianity were truthfully presented as suffering...doubt would have been disarmed.
Kierkegaard - Selections from his journals