The lower you are, the higher your mind will want to soar. It was natural that, bereft and desperate as I was, in the throes of unremitting suffering. I should turn to God
Yann MartelThere are no grounds for going beyond a scientific explanation of reality and no sound reason for believing anything but our sense experience. A clear intellect, close attention to detail and a little scientific knowledge will expose religion as superstitious bosh. God does not exist. -- Why tolerate darkness? Everything is here and clear, if only we look carefully.
Yann MartelI wept heartily over this poor little deceased soul. It was the first sentient being I had ever killed. I was now a killer. I was now as guilty as Cain. I was sixteen years old, a harmless boy, bookish and religious, and now I had blood on my hands. It's a terrible burden to carry. All sentient life is sacred.
Yann MartelMots clés life-truths
I can only tell my story, what you believe is up to you.
Yann MartelMots clés god
I wish I could convey the perfection of a seal slipping into water or a spider monkey swinging from point to point or a lion merely turning its head. But language founders in such seas. Better to picture it in your head if you want to feel it.
Yann MartelDer Glaube an Gott ist ein Sichöffnen, ein Loslassen, ein tiefes Vertrauen, eine bedingungslose Liebe – aber manchmal war es so schwer zu lieben. Manchmal sank mein Herz vor Wut, Verzagtheit und Erschöpfung so tief, dass ich befürchtete, es würde bis ganz hinab auf den Grund des Pazifiks sinken und ich würde es nie wieder heraufziehen können. In solchen Augenblicken versuchte ich mir Mut zu machen.
Ich fasste mir an den Turban, den ich mir aus den Überresten meines Hemds gewunden hatte und rief: „DAS IST GOTTES HUT!“
Ich fuhr mir über meine Hosen und rief: „DAS SIND GOTTES KLEIDER!“
Ich wies auf Richard Parker und rief: „DAS IST GOTTES KATZE!“
Ich wies auf das Rettungsboot und rief: „DAS IST GOTTES ARCHE!“
Ich breitete meine Arme weit und rief: „DAS SIND DIE GÖTTLICHEN GEFILDE!“
Ich hob den Finger zum Himmel und rief: „DAS IST GOTTES OHR!“
Auf diese Weise rief ich mir ins Gedächtnis, was die Schöpfung war und wo ich meinen Platz darin hatte.
Above all, don't lose hope
Yann MartelEven when God seemed to have abandoned me, he was watching. Even when he seemed indifferent to my suffering, he was watching. And when I was beyond all hope of saving, he gave me rest. Then he gave me a sign to continue my journey.
Yann MartelIf you went to a home, kicked down the front door, chased the people who lived there out into the street and said, "Go! You are free! Free as a bird! Go! Go!" -- do you think they would shout and dance for joy? They wouldn't. Birds are not free. The people you've just evicted would sputter, "With what right do you throw us out? This is our home. We own it. We have lived here for years. We're calling the police, you scoundrel.
Yann MartelMots clés humor
I said nothing. It wasn't for fear of angering Mr. Kumar. I was more afraid that in a few words thrown out he might destroy something that I loved.
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