Nikos Kazantzakis Quotes About Joy

Quotes about: Joy

• All my life one of my greatest desires has been to travel-to see and touch unknown countries, to swim in unknown seas, to circle the globe, observing new lands, seas, people, and ideas with insatiable appetite, to see everything for the first time and for the last time, casting a slow, prolonged glance, then to close my eyes and feel the riches deposit themselves inside me calmly or stormily according to their pleasure, until time passes them at last through its fine sieve, straining the quintessence out of all the joys and sorrows.

  Nikos Kazantzakis

  Country, Eye, Sea

• The dual substance of Christ - the yearning, so human, so superhuman, of man to attain God. [...] has always been a deep inscrutable mystery to me. [...] My principle anguish and source of all my joys and sorrows from my youth onward has been the incessant, merciless battle between the spirit and the flesh. [...] And my soul is the arena where these two armies have clashed and met.

  Nikos Kazantzakis

  Army, Men, Two

  "The Last Temptation of Christ". Book by Nikos Kazantzakis, Simon and Schuster, Prologue, 2012.

• My principle anguish and the source of all my joys and sorrows from my youth onward has been the incessant, merciless battle between the spirit and the flesh.

  Nikos Kazantzakis

  Joy, Sorrow, Battle

  Nikos Kazantzakis, Peter Bien (1988). “The Last Temptation of Christ”, p.1, Simon and Schuster

• To cleave that sea [the Aegean] in the gentle autumnal season, murmuring the name of each islet, is to my mind the joy most apt to transport the heart of man into paradise.

  Nikos Kazantzakis

  Heart, Men, Names

  Nikos Kazantzakis, Carl Wildman (1953). “Zorba the Greek”, p.16, Simon and Schuster

• When everything goes wrong, what a joy to test your soul and see if it has endurance and courage! An invisible and all-powerful enemy—some call him God, others the Devil, seem to rush upon us to destroy us; but we are not destroyed.

  Nikos Kazantzakis

  Powerful, Joy, Soul

• When shall I at last retire into solitude alone, without companions, without joy and without sorrow, with only the sacred certainty that all is a dream? When, in my rags—without desires—shall I retire contented into the mountains? When, seeing that my body is merely sickness and crime, age and death, shall I—free, fearless, and blissful—retire to the forest? When? When, oh when?

  Nikos Kazantzakis

  Dream, Joy, Fearless

  Nikos Kazantzakis, Carl Wildman (1953). “Zorba the Greek”, p.25, Simon and Schuster

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