What first truly stirred my soul was not fear or pain, nor was it pleasure or games; it was the yearning for… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
We're going to start with small, easy things; then, little by little we shall try our hand at the big things. And… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
“With the passage of days in this godly isolation [desert], my heart grew calm. It seemed to fill with answers. I did… — 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
I collect my tools: sight, smell, touch, taste, hearing, intellect. Night has fallen... — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share
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
I possess no weapon but love. With that I have come to do battle. Help me! — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share
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
“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
“A man needs a little madness, or else... he never dares cut the rope and be free.” — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share
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
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
I say one thing, you write another, and those who read you understand still something else! I say: cross, death, kingdom of heaven, God...and… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share
“No, you're not free," he said. "The string you're tied to is perhaps no longer than other people's. That's all. You're on a long… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share
The masses do not see the Sirens. They do not hear songs in the air. Blind, deaf, stooping, they pull at their oars in… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share