A little surprise again, Sigrid Undset, Nobel prize winner in 1928 received for her history novels about Norway's 13th and 14th century.
“All my days I have longed equally to travel the right road and to take my own errant path.”― Kristin Lavransdatter
“Her heart felt as if it were breaking in her breast, bleeding and bleeding, young and fierce. From grief over the warm and ardent love which she had lost and still secretly mourned; from anguished joy over the pale, luminous love which drew her to the farthest boundaries of life on this earth. Through the great darkness that would come, she saw the gleam of another, gentler sun, and she sensed the fragrance of the herbs in the garden at world's end.”
“Feelings of longing seemed to burst from her heart; they ran in all directions, like streams of blood, seeking out paths to all the places in the wide landscape where she had lived, to all her sons roaming through the world, to all her dead lying under the earth.”― Kristin Lavransdatter
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