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Quotes from Nikos Kazantzakis

Every man has his folly, but the greatest folly of all … is not to have one.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
Man is able, and has the duty, to reach the furthest point on the road he has chosen. Only by means of hope can we attain what is beyond hope.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
Each man must have his own special route to lead him to God.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
To cleave that sea [the Aegean] in the gentle autumnal season, murmuring the name of each islet, is to my mind the joy most apt to transport the heart of man into paradise.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
Throughout my life, my greatest benefactors have been my dreams and my travels; very few men, living or dead, have helped me in my struggle.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
Free yourself from one passion to be dominated by another and nobler one. But is not that, too, a form of slavery? To sacrifice oneself to an idea, to a race, to God? Or does it mean that the higher the model the longer the longer the tether of our slavery?
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
We come from a dark abyss, we end in a dark abyss, and we call the luminous interval life.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
When an almond tree became covered with blossoms in the heart of winter, all the trees around it began to jeer. 'What vanity,' they screamed, 'what insolence! Just think, it believes it can bring spring in this way!' The flowers of the almond tree blushed for shame. 'Forgive me, my sisters,' said the tree. 'I swear I did not want to blossom, but suddenly I felt a warm springtime breeze in my heart.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
If I were fire, I would burn; if I were a woodcutter, I would strike. But I am a heart, and I love.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
What a strange machine man is! You fill him with bread, wine, fish, and radishes, and out comes sighs, laughter, and dreams.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
When shall I at last retire into solitude alone, without companions, without joy and without sorrow, with only the sacred certainty that all is a dream? When, in my rags—without desires—shall I retire contented into the mountains? When, seeing that my body is merely sickness and crime, age and death, shall I—free, fearless, and blissful—retire to the forest? When? When, oh when?
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
I 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 Kazantzakis
When everyone drowns and I'm the only one to escape, God is protecting me. When everyone else is saved and I'm the only one to drown, God is protecting me then too.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
Let your youth have free reign, it won't come again, so be bold and no repenting.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
Man is able, and has the duty, to reach the furthest point on the road he has chosen. Only by means of hope can we attain what is beyond hope.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
Beauty is merciless. You do not look at it, it looks at you and does not forgive.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
Every perfect traveler always creates the country where he travels.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
Only one woman exists in this world, one woman with countless faces.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
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 Kazantzakis
Truly, everything in this world depended on time. Time ripened all. If you had time, you succeeded in working the human mud internally and turning it into spirit. Then you did not fear death. If you did not have time, you perished.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
When I encounter a sunrise, a painting, a woman, or an idea that makes my heart bound like a young calf, then I know I am standing in front of happiness.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
My principle anguish and the source of all my joys and sorrows from my youth onward has been the incessant, merciless battle between the spirit and the flesh.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.
~ Nikos Kazantzakis
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!
~ Nikos Kazantzakis