88 Quotes by Sigrid Undset

Saint Olav turned her eyes toward Christ on the cross – see, Kristin: God’s love.

As your pierced hands were stretched out on the cross, O precious Lord of Heaven. No matter how far a soul might stray from the path of righteousness, the pierced hands were stretched out, yearning. Only one thing was needed: that the sinful soul should turn toward the open embrace, freely, like a child who goes to his father and not like a thrall who is chased home to his stern master.

The blood that ran down from the cross in redemption for all sins and penance for all sorrows – that was the visible sign.

Many different thoughts rise up in the darkness – like those gossamer plants that grow in the lake, oddly bewitching and pretty as they bob and sway; but enticing and sinister, they exert a dark pull as long as they’re growing in the living, trickling mire. ANd yet as long as they’re nothing but slimey brown clumps when the children pull them in to the boat. So many strange thoughts, both terrifying and enticing, grow in the night.

You tug and strain like a young horse when it’s first tied up at the stake, whenever you are tied by your heartstrings.

If I were truly talented, as I once imagined I was, then I would have understood long ago that life is just about people.

On her death bed: “And her tears burst forth in a swift stream, for it seemed to her that never before had she understood to the full what it betokened. The life that ring had wed her to, that she had complained against, had murmured at, had raged at and defied – none the less she had loved it so, joyed in it so, both in good days and evil, that not one day had there been when ‘twould not have seemed hard to give it back to God, nor one grief that she could have forgone without regret –.

For I’ve realized more and more with each year I’ve lived: There is no worthier work for the person who has been geared with the ability to see even a small part of God’s mercy than to serve Him and to keep vigil and to pray for those people whose sight is still clouded by the shadow of worldly matters.

Christ, you who were crucified! Now I have given up everything that could bind me. And I have placed myself in your hands, if you would find my life worthy enough to be freed from its servitude to Satan. Take me so that I may feel that I am your slave, for then I will possess you in return.