My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars. — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
“The human soul is heavy, clumsy, held in the mud of the flesh.” — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
Never in my life have I feared death as much as I feared that resurrection. — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
What a miracle life is and how alike are all souls when they send their roots down deep and meet and are… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
What is truth? What is falsehood? Whatever gives wings to men, whatever produces great works and great souls and lifts up a… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
I loved my body and did not want it to perish; I loved my soul and did not want it to decay.… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
The human soul is heavy, clumsy, held in the mud of the flesh. Its perceptions are still coarse and brutish. It can… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
When everything goes wrong, what a joy to test your soul and see if it has endurance and courage! An invisible and… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
As long as our souls remain strong, that is all that matters; as long as they don't decline. Because with the fall… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
I should learn to run, to wrestle, to swim, to ride horses, to row, to drive a car, to fire a rifle.… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
Three kinds of souls, three prayers: 1) I am a bow in your hands, Lord. Draw me, lest I rot. 2) Do… — 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… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
“The higher we went the more our spirits seemed to become purged and exalted. Once again I felt the influence on the… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
The dual substance of Christ- the yearning, so human, so superhuman, of man to attain God... has always been a deep inscrutable… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
The struggle between God and man breaks out in everyone, together with the longing for reconciliation. Most often this struggle is unconscious… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
The struggle between God and man breaks out in everyone, together with the longing for reconciliation... God does not love weak souls… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
A weak soul does not have the endurance to resist the flesh for very long. It grows heavy, becomes flesh itself, and… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
I say one thing, you write another, and those who read you understand still something else! I say: cross, death, kingdom of… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
“The unfailing rhythm of the seasons, the ever-turning wheel of life, the four facets of the earth which are lit in turn… — 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
