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“قلت لشجرة اللوز:
حدثيني عن الله ,
فأزهرت شجرة اللوز”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“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, Saint Francis

“The canary began to sing again. The sun had struck it, and its throat and tiny breast had filled with song. Francis gazed at it for a long time, not speaking, his mouth hanging half opened, his eyes dimmed with tears.
"The canary is like man's soul," he whispered finally. "It sees bars round it, but instead if despairing, it sings. It sings, and wait and see, Brother Leo: one day its song shall break the bars.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“What is love? It is not simply compassion, not simply kindness. In compassion there are two: the one who suffers and the one who feels compassion. In kindness there are two: the one who gives and the one who receives. But in love there is only one; the two join, unite, become inseparable. The 'I' and the 'you' vanish. To love means to lose oneself in the beloved.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“ADAM AND EVE, sitting in Paradise, chatting:
"If we could only open the gate and leave," says Eve.
"To go where, my dearest?"
"If we could only open the gate and leave!"
"Outside is sickness, pain, death!"
"If we could only open the gate and leave!”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“It is impossible for me to remember how many days or weeks went by in this way. Time is round, and it rolls quickly.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“Who knows, perhaps God is simply the search for God.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“In order to mount to heaven, you used the Inferno to give you momentum. "The further down you gain your momentum," you often used to tell me, "the higher you shall be able to reach. The militant Christian's greatest worth is not his virtue, but his struggle to transform into virtue the impudence, dishonor, unfaithfulness, and malice within him. One day Lucifer will be the most glorious archangel standing next to God; not Michael, Gabriel, or Raphael—but Lucifer, after he has finally transubstantiated his terrible darkness into light.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“Madness, Brother Masseo, is the salt which prevents good sense from rotting.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“Δεν υπάρχει πράμα πιο κοντά μας από τον ουρανό. Η γής είναι κάτω από τα πόδια μας και την πατούμε, ο ουρανός είναι μέσα μας.”
― Νίκος Καζαντζάκης, Saint Francis

“What do you have to fear? Nothing. Whom do you have to fear? No one. Why? Because whoever has joined forces with God obtains three great privileges: omnipotence without power, intoxication without wine, and life without death.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“I pity the village where no one is a saint, but I also pity the village where everyone is a saint!”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“What is the definition of heaven? Complete happiness. But how can anyone be completely happy when he looks out from heaven and sees his brothers and sisters being punished in hell? How can paradise exist if the inferno exists also? That is why I say—and let this sink deep down into your minds, my sisters—that either we shall all be saved, all of us together, or else we shall all be damned. If a person is killed at the other end of the earth, we are killed; if a person is saved, we are saved.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“Nothing is nearer to us than heaven. The earth is beneath our feet and we tread upon it, but heaven is within us.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“I had taken up my quill to begin writing many times before now, but I always abandoned it quickly: each time I was overcome with fear. Yes, may God forgive me, but the letters of the alphabet frighten me terribly. They are sly, shameless demons—and dangerous! You open the inkwell, release them: they run off—and how will you ever get control of them again! They come to life, join, separate, ignore your commands, arrange themselves as they like on the paper—black, with tails and horns. You scream at them and implore them in vain: they do as they please. Prancing, pairing up shamelessly before you, they deceitfully expose what you did not wish to reveal, and they refuse to give voice to what is struggling, deep within your bowels, to come forth and speak to mankind.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“To do the will of God means to do my own most deeply hidden will. Within even the most unworthy of men there is a servant of God, asleep.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“It's possible to save oneself from Satan, Father Francis, but from men—never!”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“Thy designs are a bottomless pit. How can I descend into this pit to examine it? Thou lookest thousands of years into the future and then Thou judgest. What today seems an injustice to man's minute brain becomes, thousands of years hence, the mother of man's salvation. If what today we term injustice did not exist, perhaps true justice would never come to mankind.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“I felt sorry for the inhabitants and went into the forest to admonish the wolf in God's name not to eat any more sheep. I called him, he came—and do you know what his answer was? 'Francis, Francis,' he said, 'do not destroy God's prescribed order. The sheep feeds on grass, the wolf on sheep—that's the way God ordained it. Do not ask why; simply obey God's will and leave me free to enter the sheepfolds whenever I feel the pinch of hunger. I say my prayers just like Your Holiness. I say: "Our Father who reignest in the forests and hast commanded me to eat meat, Thy will be done. Give me this day my daily sheep so that my stomach may be filled, and I shall glorify Thy name. Great art Thou, Lord, who hast created mutton so delicious. And when the day cometh that I shall die, Grant, Lord, that I may be resurrected, and that with me may be resurrected all the sheep I have eaten—so that I may eat them again!"' That, Brother Leo, is what the wolf answered me.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“You know all about love, but that is not enough. You must also learn that hate comes from God as well, that it too is in the Lord's service. And in times like these, with the world fallen to the state it has, hate serves God more than love.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“Time is round, and it rolls quickly.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“On the way between nothingness and God, we dance and weep.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“چگونه انسان مى تواند در بهشت احساس سعادت كند، حال آن كه برادران و خواهرانش را مى بيند كه در دوزخ رنج مى برند؟ هنگامى كه در آن سوى جهان يك انسان سقوط مى كند، شما هم با او سقوط مى كنيد و اگر نجات يابد، شما هم نجات يافته ايد.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“I am not going to kill sin by killing the sinners; I am not going to wage war against evildoers and infidels. I shall preach love, and I shall love; I shall preach concord, and shall practice brotherly love toward everyone in the world.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“Because what God wants, that, and only that, is also what we want—but we don't know it. God comes and awakens our souls, revealing to them their real, though unknown, desire. This is the secret, Brother Leo. To do the will of God means to do my own most deeply hidden will.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“Άγιος θα πει αυτός που απαρνήθηκε όλα τα επίγεια -κι όλα τα ουράνια.”
― Νίκος Καζαντζάκης, Saint Francis

“My route, Sior Francis—and don't be surprised when you hear it—my route when I set out to find God... was... laziness. Yes, laziness. If I wasn't lazy I would have gone the way of respectable, upstanding people. Like everyone else I would have studied a trade—cabinet-maker, weaver, mason—and opened a shop; I would have worked all day long, and where then would I have found time to search for God? I might as well be looking for a needle in a haystack: that's what I would have said to myself. All my mind and thoughts would have been occupied with how to earn my living, feed my children, how to keep the upper hand over my wife. With such worries, curse them, how could I have the time, or inclination, or the pure heart needed to think about the Almighty?

But by the grace of God I was born lazy. To work, get married, have children, and make problems for myself were all too much trouble. I simply sat in the sun during winter and in the shade during summer, while at night, stretched out on my back on the roof of my house, I watched the moon and the stars. And when you watch the moon and the stars how can you expect your mind not to dwell on God? I couldn't sleep any more. Who made all that? I asked myself. And why? Who made me, and why? Where can I find God so that I may ask Him? Piety requires laziness, you know. It requires leisure—and don't listen to what others say. The laborer who lives from hand to mouth returns home each night exhausted and famished. He assaults his dinner, bolts his food, then quarrels with his wife, beats his children without rhyme or reason simply because he's tired and irritated, and afterwards he clenches his fists and sleeps. Waking up for a moment he finds his wife at his side, couples with her, clenches his fists once more, and plunges back into sleep.... Where can he find time for God? But the man who is without work, children, and wife thinks about God, at first just out of curiosity, but later with anguish.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“Forgetting himself for a moment, Francis brought his hand out from under his frock in order to bless the multitude. When the people saw his wound they bellowed madly. The women dashed forward with mantles outstretched to catch the drops; the men thrust in their hands and anointed their faces with blood. The villagers' expressions grew savage, and so did their souls. They longed to be able to tear the Saint limb from limb in order for each of them to claim a mouthful of his flesh, for they wanted to make him their own, to have him enter them so that they could become one with a saint—could be sanctified. Blind rage had overpowered them; their eyes were leaden, their lips ringed with froth.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“But how can anyone put a bridle on man's vanity and arrogance? But how can Purity walk the earth without covering her feet with mud?”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis

“All love is one; it is exactly the same whether it be for wife, son, mother, fatherland, or for an idea, or God.”
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Saint Francis