Quotes from Dag Hammarskjöld, Markings

The light died in the low clouds. Falling snow drank in the dusk. Shrouded in silence, the branches wrapped me in their peace. When the boundaries were erased, once again the wonder: that *I* exist.

He is one of those who has had the wilderness for a pillow, and called a star his brother. Alone. But loneliness can be a communion.

Trees quiver in the wind, sailing on a sea of mistout of earshot.

Your cravings as a human animal do not become a prayer just because it is God whom you ask to attend to them.

You wake from dreams of doom and--for a moment--you know: beyond all the noise and the gestures, the only real thing, love's calm unwavering flame in the half-light of an early dawn.