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“I want to go away, oh so far, far away.”
― Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

“Pretty didn't do it justice. I felt like we'd sailed into a world meant for much larger beings, a place where gods and monsters roamed freely.”
― Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead

“Out in the fjord I dragged myself up at once, wet with fever and exhaustion, and gazed landwards, and bade farewell for the present to the town �� to Christiania, where the windows gleamed so brightly in all the homes.”
― Knut Hamsun

“Cowan son of Branieucc, you're the only one of my people that I know for sure still lives.”
― Sandi Layne, Éire's Captive Moon

“Go back to bed, Cowan. I want no promises from you.”
― Sandi Layne, Éire's Captive Moon

“Norge er ikke noe godt land å ha til fedreland, navnlig ikke om vinteren.”
― Henrik Ibsen

“È davvero divertente quello che sta succedendo in questa stagione! Non si vedono che coppie! La gente cammina solo per due...”
― Henrik Ibsen

“You tug and strain like a young horse when it's first tied up at the stake, whenever you are tied by your heartstrings.”
― Sigrid Undset, The Wife

“There is no other article for individual use so universally known or widely distributed. In my travels I have found [the safety razor] in the most northern town in Norway and in the heart of the Sahara Desert.”
― King C. Gillette

“Некоторым не нужен весь мир, даже если он у них в руках.
Некоторым не нужна собственная страна.
Некоторым нужна только часть от целого.
Это полезно, хоть и бывает так из-за застенчивости.
Не все хотят обладать целым миром.
Мне нужно было лишь мирное существование.”
― Юхан Харстад, Где ты теперь?

“That evening we sat in the courtyard of the hotel once more, watching the sun sink below the western isles. I told Alexi what had happened that day. I fancied I could glimpse the grey stone wall of Lismore House on its island hilltop, the red light of the setting sun glinting from the windows, and from there the wasted frame of Jonathan Blake gazing out across the sea, on nothing, his boy waiting for him to die. But it was my fantasy, simply the image on my mind, like the image burned on to your eyes when you have stared too long at the sun, the passing footprint of a creature long gone.”
― P.B. North, Leaving Pimlico

“It was as hard to be a Norwegian in 1881 as it was to be an American in 1770. Perhaps even harder, as Norway was far from a young nation.”
― Chris Nicolaisen, The Life and Death of the Ericsons

“Het oog wordt niet verzadigd met zien �� maar in Noorwegen, in juni, zag je die bijbelse waarheid stranden. Want na weer een smetteloze bergketen en het zoveelste fonkelende zeegezicht werd het domweg onmogelijk nog meer op te nemen, helemaal wanneer je je zo in een gammele Ford Taunus langs de kust noordwaarts liet slingeren �� een oneindige afwisseling van verlaten landwegen, peilloze tunnels en dommelende veerdiensten over Oorden.”
― Stephan Enter, Grip

“We were not born into this life knowing
that we were going to become
rich or poor, striving or with a celeb status, sick or healthy.
But one thing that I know is that
the human mind is a powerful tool to achieve success. No matter the circumstances,
greatness is when you push
yourself above the odds.”
― Henry Johnson Jr

“Norwegian racism is always a kind of racism that is not prepared to accept it being qualified as such. Because we're the good guys, and racism is what bad people do.”
― Michael Booth

“Jeg haver ellers merket dette, at ingen taaler mindre Kulde end Nordmænd.”
― Ludvig Holberg, Epistler

“Likevel sitter vi her på berget og innbiller oss at vi kan stole på USA - for våre blå ø��nes skyld?”
― Daisy Schjelderup, Gras-brann

“For selv om du tilbringer livet med å jage opplevelser, lytte til den mest �ܳٲ�ø��ٱ� klassisk musikk og bli full av fantastisk utsikt over fjell og fossefall,er alt dette ikke verdt en krone hvis du ikke deler det med noen. Alt beløper seg til det. Sant nok, vi må oppleve de fleste ting i ensomhet for å vokse,skape, ø�����𲵲��� og vokse igjen, men vår glede ��å�� en terskel i isolasjon. Deter det verste som kan skje å bli en ø��. Man må bli hele verden.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Founded in 1917 by Peter Brandal, it was named Ny-Ålesund or New Ålesund. The Svalbard Treaty of 1920 recognized Norwegian sovereignty and established Svalbard as a free economic zone and a demilitarized zone. It is only 769 miles from the North Pole on the island of Spitsbergen. Ny-Ålesund located at is on the largest and only permanently populated island of the Svalbard archipelago and holds the distinction of being the northernmost permanent settlement in the world. Owned by the Norwegian Ministry of Trade and Industry and is not incorporated, however it does have a port which accommodates cruise ships, an airport, a post office, the Svalbard church and the Norwegian Seamen's church.
Ny-Ålesund has an all-year permanent population of 30 to 35 which expands to about 120 people in the summer. For accommodations there is the Nordpolhotell, opened on 3 September 1939, and considered the oldest and perhaps the most expensive place to stay in Ny Ålesund. In the 17th and 18th centuries the island was first used as a whaling base in the 17th and 18th centuries. Coal mining was started at the end of the 19th century. Now there are fifteen permanent research stations run by agencies from ten countries. Perhaps the best known is the Global Seed Vault. Deep inside a mountain, it was built to stand the test of time and is considered a fail-safe seed storage facility strong enough to face most natural or man-made disasters. It is also the center for international arctic scientific research.”
― Captain Hank Bracker, The Exciting Story of Cuba

“Love Hurts. I daresay there’s two or three poems, six novels and at least twelve songs on the subject. That’s how the Janus-faced beast of poetry gets written in the first place, in all its myriad of magical forms. So; why cover this hitherto uncharted and highly original territory? Why leap fearlessly into the unknown, nostrils flared, eyes flashing fire? Well, in the name of love, lust and limerence, why on earth not? Suffering is gratuitous and pointless, yet also vital, valuable and necessary. My last tête à tête gave me plenty, incorporating elements of the forbidden, of rebellion, pornography, pregnancy, parental approval �� followed by fury �� of infidelity, friend estrangement, life on one island that was heavenly and a second that veered between purgatorial and infernal, of violence, miscarriage, masturbating Indians, pepper spray, antipathy, disloyalty, evictions, a planned future, failed globetrotting and **** ***, whilst being indicative of a wider, all-encompassing social corrosion, and while the story itself may remain merely hinted at or alluded to in the course of this generalised polemic, it’s as worthy or valid as any other such tale told round the campfire and whispered across the beaches of the world...”
― Daniel S. Fletcher