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1 " Jeg trodde jeg var skuffet - og jeg tenkte det var fordi jeg hadde lengtet så meget og drømt så meget, at alt jeg ville få se, skulle bli blekt og fattig imot mine drømer. Har De lagt merke til når man ligger en sommerdag i solen med lukkede øyne ? Når man åpner dem, er likesom alle farver grå og falmer en stund. Men det er bare fordi øynene er vekket av å være ubrukte en tid - de orker ikke straks å oppfatte den mangfoldighet av farver som er i virkeligheten - det første inntrykk blir ufullkomment of fattig. Forstår De hva jeg mener ? "
― Sigrid Undset , Jenny
2 " She had wanted to change herself so that she could slip in among other people, although she had always known she would remain a stranger because she was not one of them. But she couldn’t bear to be alone, trapped by her own nature. She had violated her own nature. And her relationship to those people, who were so profoundly different from her, had become detestable and perverse. And now, afterward … her own innermost soul had been destroyed by it, every anchor she had within herself had failed … and crumbled. She was disintegrating from the inside. "
3 " What kind of goal did I have, anyway?” she exclaimed fiercely. “I wanted to live in such a way that I would never have to be ashamed, either as a human being or as an artist. Never do a single thing that I didn’t think was right. I wanted to be honest and steadfast and kind, and never have another person’s pain on my conscience. So what was the crime that started it all? That brought on everything else? The fact that I longed for love, without having any specific man I longed for? Was that so strange? That I wanted so much to believe, when Helge appeared, that he was the one I had been longing for? Until in the end I believed it was true? That was the beginning, from which everything else followed Gunnar … I did believe … that I could make them happy. Yet I caused nothing but harm.”Jenny part 3 ch 9 "
4 " Jeg trodde jeg var skuffet – og jeg tenkte det var fordi jeg hadde lengtet så meget og drømt så meget, at alt jeg ville få se, skulle bli blekt og fattig imot mine drømer. Har De lagt merke til når man ligger en sommerdag i solen med lukkede øyne ? Når man åpner dem, er likesom alle farver grå og falmer en stund. Men det er bare fordi øynene er vekket av å være ubrukte en tid – de orker ikke straks å oppfatte den mangfoldighet av farver som er i virkeligheten – det første inntrykk blir ufullkomment of fattig. Forstår De hva jeg mener ? "