Chasing angels or fleeing demons, go to the mountains.

Jeg ligger og kjender at jeg hader dette forbandede fjeld, fordi det har makt over mitt sind. Hvad vil du mig – at jeg er kommet de utalte mil fra en blidere egn for å...

He wasn’t a great man, but he had a great life.

[In mountaineering, if] we look for private experience rather than public history, even getting to the top becomes an optional narrative rather than the main point, and those who only wander in high places become...

too young to live, too old to die

Mountaineers are one of the few groups to celebrate before the finish line. More mountaineers die on the descent than on the ascent.

Those who travel to mountain-tops are half in love with themselves, and half in love with oblivion.

If you ignore the mountain, doesn’t mean mountain will ignore you too..

As de Saussure said, risk-taking brings with it its own reward: it keeps a “continual agitation alive” in the heart. Hope, fear. Hope, fear – this is the fundamental rhythm of mountaineering. Life, it frequently...

Most of the time I am sunk in thought, but at some point on each walk there comes a moment when I look up and notice, with a kind of first-time astonishment, the amazing complex...

Drømme tåler ikke å bli virkeliggjort, sier dikterne, for da dør de. Her gikk den lys levende og i all sin høireiste glans like lukt ind i sin jordiske inkarnation – i et fjorten hundrede...

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Fjordene fylder sine lunger med uvørne drag der nord, og himlen har kort mellem glæde og sorg.

Profound silence would brood over the valley, even weighing down our spirits with indefinable heaviness. There can be no other place in the world where man feels himself so alone, so isolated, so completely ignored...

Det er tre ting en mand vil ha for sig selv, og det tredie er soveposen.

Mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.

Som skodden skapes, ændres og forsvinder – slik skummer også livsformerne for fjeldets fot. Det er ikke menneskealdre Stetinden har skuet ned på fra sin ensomme høide, men jordaldre.

Getting to the top is optional. Getting down is mandatory.

Men hensigten, spør folket, meningen, maalet? Der er ingen hensigt, der er intet maal. Tindesporten er meningsløs som selve livet, – derfor kan dens trolddom aldrig dø.

How to get the best of it all? One must conquer, achieve, get to the top; one must know the end to be convinced that one can win the end – to know there’s no...

Og er ikke klippen sin tilbedelse værd? Prøver den ikke hjerte og nyrer før den gir plas for de utvalgte?