Frases de Nikos Kazantzakis

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“No somos gente sencilla que cree en la felicidad, ni alfeñiques que caen a tierra desolados ante el primer revés, ni escépticos que observan el esfuerzo sangriento de la marcha de la humanidad desde las alturas de una inteligencia burlesca y estéril. Creyendo en la lucha, aunque sin abrigar ninguna ilusión al respecto, estamos armados contra toda desilusión.”

“Eso es la libertad. Tener una pasión, amontonar monedas de oro, y repentinamente dominar la pasión y arrojar el tesoro a todos los vientos. Liberarse de una pasión para someterse a otra, más noble. Pero, ¿no es ésta, también, una forma de esclavitud?”

“No temo nada, no espero nada, soy libre.”

“Le dije al almendro: 'Háblame de Dios.”

“Toda mi vida me he esforzado para expandir mi mente hasta el punto de ruptura, hasta que comenzara a crujir, con el fin de crear un gran pensamiento, que pudiera dar un nuevo sentido a la vida, un nuevo sentido a la muerte, y de consolar a la humanidad.”

“Dios, ¿qué es toda esa charla difundida por los papas? El paraíso está aquí, mi buen hombre. ¡Dios, no me des otro paraíso!”

“Dios es un incendio, hermano León. Arde. Y nosotros ardemos con Él.”

“Yo soy un marinero de Ulises con corazón de fuego, pero con la mente despiadada y clara.”

“Nosotros, los que estamos muriendo, los estamos haciendo mejor que ellos, los que van a vivir. Porque Creta no necesita padres de familia, necesita locos como nosotros. Estos locos hacen a Creta inmortal.”

“¿Qué maestro? —aulló Judas, amenazando con el puño—. ¿Este? Pero, ¿es que no tenéis ojos para verlo y sesos para juzgarlo? ¿Es éste un maestro? ¿Qué nos decía? ¿Qué nos prometía? ¿Dónde está el ejército de ángeles que debía descender del cielo para salvar a Israel? ¿Dónde está la cruz que debía ser nuestro trampolín para subir al cielo? Apenas este falso Mesías vio alzarse la cruz ante él, perdió la cabeza, se desvaneció y las mujercitas se adueñaron de él y lo emplearon para que les hiciera hijos. Se batió como los otros, al parecer, se batió valientemente y lo proclama desde los tejados. Pero sabes de sobra, desertor, que tu lugar estaba en la cruz. Que otros se ocupen de arar la tierra y las mujeres. ¡Tu deber era subir a la cruz! Te jactas de haber vencido a la muerte… ¡puf! ¿Así triunfas de la muerte? ¡Has engendrado hijos, y eso equivale a decir carne para la muerte! ¡Carne para la muerte! ¿Qué es un niño? ¡Carne para la muerte! Te has convertido en su carnicero y le llevas carne para que la devore. ¡Traidor, desertor, cobarde!”

“My entire soul is a cry, and all my work the commentary on that cry.”

“Let people be, boss; don't open their eyes. And supposing you did, what'd they see? Their misery! Leave their eyes closed, boss, and let them go on dreaming!”

“Once, I saw a bee drown in honey, and I understood.”

“Throughout my life my greatest benefactors have been my travels and my dreams. Very few men, living or dead, have helped me in my struggles.”

“The sole way to save oneself is to save others. Or to struggle to save others -even that is sufficient.”

“How could I, who loved life so intensely, have let myself be entangled for so long in that balderdash of books and paper blackened with ink!”

“There is only one sin god will not forgive Boss, and that is to deny a woman who is in wanting ~ Zorba”

“Once more I realized to what an extent earthly happiness is made to the measure of man. It is not a rare bird which we must pursue at one moment in heaven, at the next in our minds. Happiness is a domestic bird found in our own courtyards.”

“The truth is that we all are one, that all of us together create god, that god is not man's ancestor, but his descendant.”

“To SEE and accept the boundaries of the human mind without vain rebellion, and in these severe limitations to work ceaselessly without protest — this is where man's first duty lies.”

“All my life I struggled to stretch my mind to the breaking point, until it began to creak, in order to create a great thought which might be able to give a new meaning to life, a new meaning to death, and to console mankind.”

“The centuries are thick, dark waves that rise and fall, steeped in blood. Every moment is a gaping abyss.
Gaze on the dark sea without staggering, confront the abyss every moment without illusion or impudence or fear. … But this is not enough; take a further step: battle to give meaning to the confused struggles of man.”

“We do not only free God by battling and subduing the visible world about us; we also create God.
"Open your eyes," God shouts; "I want to see! Prick up your ears, I want to hear! March in the front ranks: you are my head!"”

“Death's dry bones glowed with light in the erotic dark
but he woke not nor felt the two warm bodies merge;
the male worm then took heart and in his wife's ear whispered:
"With one sweet kiss, dear wife, we've conquered conquering Death!"”

“High up where the poor sat, the people quaked with fear:
they saw the soul stretched on the ground, a votive beast
beaten by the conflicting powers of light and dark,
and their minds shook, nor knew now what great god to choose,
for comfort's road dropped to the right, the rough ascent
rose to the left, and both roads seemed to lead to God,
while at the crossroads stood the human heart, and swayed.”

“How can anyone see the only way the world can be saved and not be forced to weep?”

“Profound and incommensurable is the worth of this flowing world: God clings to it and ascends, God feeds upon it and increases.”

“The ultimate most holy form of theory is action.
Not to look on passively while the spark leaps from generation to generation, but to leap and to burn with it!”

“Behind the stream of my mind and body, behind the stream of my race and all mankind, behind the stream of plants and animals, I watch with trembling the Invisible, treading on all visible things and ascending.
Behind his heavy and blood-splattered feet I hear all living things being trampled on and crushed.
His face is without laughter, dark and silent, beyond joy and sorrow, beyond hope.”

“I am a mariner of Odysseus with heart of fire but with mind ruthless and clear.”

“Outside the wind of Jehovah still beat on the door, trying to enter. There was no other sound. Not a jackal on the earth, nor a crow in the air. Every living thing cowered in fear, waiting for the Lord's anger to pass.”

“The Cry within me is a call to arms. It shouts: "I, the Cry, am the Lord your God! I am not an asylum. I am not hope and a home. I am not the Father nor the Son nor the Holy Ghost. I am your General!
"You are not my slave, nor a plaything in my hands. You are not my friend, you are not my child. You are my comrade-in-arms!
"Hold courageously the passes which I entrusted to you; do not betray them. You are in duty bound, and you may act heroically by remaining at your own battle station.
"Love danger. What is most difficult? That is what I want! Which road should you take? The most craggy ascent! It is the one I also take: follow me!”

“It is as though we had buried Someone we thought dead, and now hear him calling in the night: Help me! Heaving and panting, he raises the gravestone of our soul and body higher and still higher, breathing more freely at every moment.
Every word, every deed, every thought is the heavy gravestone he is forever trying to lift. And my own body and all the visible world, all heaven and earth, are the gravestone which God is struggling to heave upward.”

“As long as our souls remain strong, that is all that matters; as long as they don't decline. Because with the fall of certain souls in this world, the world itself will collapse. These are the pillars which support it. They are few, but enough.”

“How difficult, how extremely difficult for the soul to sever itself from its body the world: from mountains, seas, cities, people. The soul is an octopus and these are its tentacles. … No force anywhere on earth is as imperialistic as the human soul. It occupies and is occupied in turn, but it always considers its empire too narrow. Suffocating, it desires to conquer the world in order to breathe freely.”

“Alas for him who seeks salvation in good only!
Balanced on God's strong shoulders, Good and Evil flap
together like two mighty wings and lift him high.”

“Within profound Silence, erect, fearless, in pain and in play, ascending ceaselessly from peak to peak, knowing that the height has no ending, sing this proud and magical incantation as you hang over the Abyss:
I BELIEVE IN ONE GOD, DEFENDER OF THE BORDERS, OF DOUBLE DESCENT, MILITANT, SUFFERING, OF MIGHTY BUT NOT OF OMNIPOTENT POWERS, A WARRIOR AT THE FARTHEST FRONTIERS, COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF OF ALL THE LUMINOUS POWERS, THE VISIBLE AND THE INVISIBLE.
I BELIEVE IN THE INNUMERABLE, THE EPHEMERAL MASKS WHICH GOD HAS ASSUMED THROUGHOUT THE CENTURIES, AND BEHIND HIS CEASELESS FLUX I DISCERN AN INDESTRUCTIBLE UNITY.”

“My God and I are horsemen galloping in the burning sun or under drizzling rain. Pale, starving, but unsubdued, we ride and converse.
"Leader!" I cry. He turns his face toward me, and I shudder to confront his anguish.
Our love for each other is rough and ready, we sit at the same table, we drink the same wine in this low tavern of life.”

“Who holds a sword is tempted, who has youth must play,
he who does not fear death on earth does not fear God.”