The landscape affects the human psyche - the soul, the body and the innermost contemplations - like music. Every time you feel… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
I surrender myself to everything. I love, I feel pain, I struggle. The world seems to me wider than the mind, my… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
What is love? It is not simply compassion, not simply kindness. In compassion there are two: the one who suffers and the… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
All my life one of my greatest desires has been to travel-to see and touch unknown countries, to swim in unknown seas,… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
I am a weak, ephemeral creature made of mud and dream. But I feel all the powers of the universe whirling within… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
“We gaze with perplexity at the highest part of the spiral of force that governs the Universe. And we call it God. We could… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
I collect my tools: sight, smell, touch, taste, hearing, intellect. Night has fallen... — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
Everything in this world has a hidden meaning, I thought. Men, animals, trees, stars, they are all hieroglyphics; woe to anyone who begins to… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
I possess no weapon but love. With that I have come to do battle. Help me! — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
Today, any action anywhere on earth has an immediate repercussion on all five continents. News of a victory of the Eastern armies in Morocco… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
“You have everything but one thing: madness. A man needs a little madness or else - he never dares cut the rope and be… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
“A man needs a little madness, or else... he never dares cut the rope and be free.” — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
There's a devil inside me which cries, "You're not the son of the Carpenter, you're the son of King David! You are not a… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
Lions and Lambs, love and force, light and fire, good and evil: all things climb the same mountain, the mountain of God. — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
