Mi-as exersa perfect cele cinci simturi, pielea intreaga, pentru a se desfata si a intelege. Mi-as umple sufletul cu carne. Mi-as umple carnea cu suflet
Nikos KazantzakisSa fi jurat ca sufletul, e si el, un animal cu plamani si nari, ca are nevoie de mult oxigen si ca se inabusa in praf si printre prea numeroase rasuflari
Nikos Kazantzakisالبحر يثير القلب، يطلق العنان للقلق والأسئلة التي يهدئها العشب الأخضر الندي
Nikos KazantzakisYou were saying you wanted to open the people's eyes. All right, you just go and open old uncle Anagnosti's eyes for him! You saw how his wife had to behave before him, waiting for his orders, like a dog begging. Just go now and teach them that women have equal rights with men, and that it's cruel to eat a piece of the pig while the pig's still raw and groaning in front of you, and that it's simple lunacy to give thanks to God because he's got everything while you're starving to death!...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!
Nikos KazantzakisI should learn to run, to wrestle, to swim, to ride horses, to row, to drive a car, to fire a rifle. I should fill my soul with flesh. I should fill my flesh with soul. In fact, I should reconcile at last within me the two internal antagonists.
Nikos KazantzakisTell me what you do with the food you eat, and I'll tell you who you are. Some turn their food into fat and manure, some into work and good humor, and others, I'm told, into God. So there must be three sorts of men. I'm not one of the worst, boss, nor yet one of the best. I'm somewhere in between the two. What I eat I turn into work and good humor. That's not too bad, after all!'
He looked at me wickedly and started laughing.
'As for you, boss,' he said, 'I think you do your level best to turn what you eat into God. But you can't quite manage it, and that torments you. The same thing's happening to you as happened to the crow.'
'What happened to the crow, Zorba?'
'Well, you see, he used to walk respectably, properly - well, like a crow. But one day he got it into his head to try and strut about like a pigeon. And from that time on the poor fellow couldn't for the life of him recall his own way of walking. He was all mixed up, don't you see? He just hobbled about.
نحن عندما نتمتع بالسَعادة نجِد صعوبَة في وعيها . و لكن عندما تمضي السّعادة و ننظُر خلفنا إليها نتأكد فجأة كَم كُنّا سُعداء .
Nikos KazantzakisTags: happiness
...I spent the whole morning coiled up in front of the fire, with my hands over it, eating nothing, motionless, just listening to the first rain of the season, softly falling. I was thinking of nothing. Rolled up in a ball, like a mole in damp soil, my brain was resting. I could hear the slight movements, murmurings and nibblings of the earth, and the rain falling and the seeds swelling. I could feel the sky and the earth copulating as in primitive times when they mated like a man and woman and had children. I could hear the sea before me, all along the shore, roaring like a wild beast and lapping with its tongue to slake its thirst.
Nikos KazantzakisTo think things out properly and fairly, a fellow's got to be calm and old and toothless: When you're an old gaffer with no teeth, it's easy to say: 'Damn it, boys, you mustn't bite!' But, when you've got all thirty-two teeth...
Nikos KazantzakisTags: age
هذه هي الحرية . أن تهوى شيئا ما ، و فجأة تتغلب على هواك و تلقي بكنزك في الهواء . أن تتحرر من هوى ، لتخضع لهوى آخر أكثر نبلا منه.
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