“I was sitting in front of the hut and watching the ground darken and the sea grow a phosphorescent green. Not a… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
Man hurries, God does not. That is why man's works are uncertain and maimed, while God's are flawless and sure. My eyes… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
“...I spent the whole morning coiled up in front of the fire, with my hands over it, eating nothing, motionless, just listening… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
God sends rain, but He also sends hoods; and when the rain grows heavier, He sends a cave. — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
If only we know, boss, what the stones and rain and flowers say. Maybe they call-call us-and we don't hear them. When… — 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
