Dag Hammarskjold
Dag Hammarskjold
Dag Hjalmar Agne Carl Hammarskjöld; 29 July 1905 – 18 September 1961) was a Swedish diplomat, economist, and author. The second secretary-general of the United Nations, he served from April 1953 until his death in a plane crash in September 1961. At the age of 56 years and 255 days, Hammarskjöld was the youngest to have held the post. He is one of only four people to be awarded a posthumous Nobel Prize. Hammarskjöld is the only UN secretary-general to...
NationalitySwedish
ProfessionPolitician
Date of Birth29 July 1905
CountrySweden
What makes loneliness an anguish is not that I have no one to share my burden, but this: I have only my own burden to bear.
Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.
The longest journey is the journey inward.
For all that has been, Thanks. To all that shall be, Yes.
Setbacks in trying to realize the ideal do not prove that the ideal is at fault.
The UN wasn't created to take mankind into paradise, but rather, to save humanity from hell.
Life only demands from you the strength that you possess. Only one feat is possible; not to run away.
God does not die on the day when we cease to believe in a personal deity, but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illumined by the steady radiance, renewed daily, of a wonder, the source of which is beyond all reason.
The only kind of dignity which is genuine is that which is not diminished by the indifference of others.
Your cravings as a human animal do not become a prayer just because it is God whom you ask to attend to them.
Our work for peace must begin within the private world of each of us.
Be grateful as your deeds become less and less associated with your name, as your feet ever more lightly tread the earth.
To have humility is to experience reality, not in relation to ourselves, but in its sacred independence. It is to see, judge, and act from the point of rest in ourselves. Then, how much disappears, and all that remains falls into place. In the point of rest at the center of our being, we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way. Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each man a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.
Do not seek death. Death will find you. But seek the road which makes death a fulfillment.