Greek novelist, poet,
playwright and thinker. Heavily influenced by Henri Bergson, Lenin and
Nietzsche, he was arguably the most important Greek writer and philosopher of
the 20th century.
Epitaph: I hope for nothing. I fear
nothing. I am free.
Quotes from “Zorba The Greek”:
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To cleave
that [Aegean] sea 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.
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How simple
and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched
little brazier, the sound of the sea. . . . All that is required to feel that
here and now is happiness is a simple, frugal heart.
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As I watched
the seagulls, I thought: "That's the road to take; find the absolute
rhythm and follow it with absolute trust."
·
Every moment
death was dying and being reborn, just like life. For thousands of years young
girls and boys have danced beneath the tender foliage of the trees in spring –
beneath the poplars, firs, oaks, planes and slender palms – and they will go on
dancing for thousands more years, their faces consumed with desire. Faces
change, crumble, return to earth; but others rise to take their place. There is
only one dancer, but he has a thousand masks. He is always twenty. He is
immortal.
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What a strange
machine man is! You fill him with bread, wine, fish, and radishes, and out
comes sighs, laughter, and dreams. Like a factory. I’m sure there’s a sort of
talking-film cinema in our heads.
·
The highest
point a man can obtain is not Knowledge, or Virtue, or Goodness, or Victory,
but something even greater, more heroic and more despairing: Sacred Awe!
·
What is this
world? I wondered. What is its aim and in what way can we help to attain it during
our ephemeral lives? The aim of man and matter is to create joy, according to
Zorba – others would say “to create spirit”, but that comes to the same thing
on another plane. But why? With what object? And when the body disolves, does
anything at all remain of what we have called the soul? Or does nothing remain,
and does our unquenchable desire for immortality spring, not from the fact that
we are immortal, but from the fact that during the short span of our life we
are in the service of something immortal?
·
I think,
Zorba – but I may be wrong – that there are three kinds of men: those who make
it their aim, as they say, to live their lives, eat, drink, make love, grow
rich, and famous; then come those who make it their aim not to live their own
lives but to concern themselves with the lives of all men – they feel that all
men are one and they try to enlighten them, to love them as much as they can
and do good to them; finally there are those who aim at living the life of the
entire universe – everything, men, animals, trees, stars, we are all one, we
are all one substance involved in the same terrible struggle. What
struggle?…Turning matter into spirit.
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While
experiencing happiness, we have difficulty in being conscious of it. Only when
the happiness is past and we look back on it we do suddenly realize— sometimes
with astonishment— how happy we had been.
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Every
village has its simpleton, and if one does not exist they invent one to pass
the time.
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In religions
which have lost their creative spark, the gods eventually become no more than
poetic motifs or ornaments for decorating human solitude and walls.
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