George Bernanos citáty

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„Nájsť vlastnú radosť v radosti druhého, to je tajomstvo šťastia.“

„Moc si ľahko prisvojí zdanie práva, pretože je dosť bohatá nato, aby si dovolila mať dostatok advokátov.“

„Sila a slabosť diktátorov je v tom, že uzavreli pakt so zúfalstvom národov.“

„Ten, kto hľadá pravdu o človeku, musí sa zmocniť jeho bolesti.“

„Človek skutočne vlastní iba to, po čom túži.“

„Boh nás nezahŕňa ničím iným, než láskou.“

„Je ťažké pohŕdať samými sebou bez toho, aby sme urazili Boha v nás.“

„Nech nás Boh chráni pred svätými!“

„Nikdy si nezasluhujeme to, čo dostávame, pretože nikdy nedostávame nič, iba od Boha.“

„Jedným z hlavných zodpovedných, možnože jediným zodpovedným, za ponižovanie duší je podpriemerný kňaz.“

„Kresťanstvo nie je medom sveta, ale soľou zeme, v ranách ktorej páli.“

„Viete, diabol je priateľ, ktorý nikdy nezostane až do konca.“

„Peklo - to je nemilovať.“

„Je v hriešnosti našej prirodzenosti, že vlastnú úbohosť vidíme najprv v druhom.“

„Lekár je farárom republikána.“

„Na našej civilizácii by sme sa nemohli dopustiť väčšej zrady ako tým, keby sme uverili ľuďom, ktorí nám vravia, že je ohrozená len zvonka.“

„Naše vlastné nedostatky zbadáme najprv u iných ľudí.“

„Neexistujú priemerné pravdy.“

„Niet iného lieku pred strachom, ako sa strmhlav vrhnúť do Božej vôle.“

„Niet kráľovstva života a popri ňom kráľovstva smrti. Je len jedno Božie kráľovstvo. Živí i mŕtvi sme v ňom vo viere a nádeji.“

„Život učí, že nikto na tomto svete nemôže byť utešený, ak najprv sám niekoho neutešil.“

“Money-crimes have an abstract quality. History is laden with the victims of gold, but their remains are odourless.”

“He [Abbé Cénabre] had often reflected on the plight of even the most illustrious of those renegades who finish up engaged in a monotonous argument they can never quite extricate themselves from and seem to be insulting the God they have offended, dragging Him along with them like a fellow criminal shackled to them…. He thought, not without some justification, that where such tortured and anxious nihilists had made their greatest mistake was in having freed only their intellects, leaving belief to go on surviving and festering in the most hidden and least accessible parts of their sensibility. Such a deep and hidden contradiction is all the more destructive because they cannot form a clear idea of it, or indeed express it, except in terms of stammering, repeated, pointless, and childish expressions of hatred. They no longer have any part in a faith that still holds them in abject and slavering thrall. It matters little that they think they have destroyed it.”

“[P]ride has no intrinsic substance, being no more than the name given to the soul devouring itself. When that loathsome perversion of love has borne its fruit, it has another, more meaningful and weightier name. We call it hatred.”

“Optimism has always seemed to me the cunning alibi of egoists, anxious to cover up their state of chronic self-satisfaction. They are optimists in order to avoid pitying other men and their misfortune. ~~ Yet pity is a vexed question.”

“Chantal's only ruse … was her shattering simplicity. While a weak man or an imposter is always more complicated than the problem he is trying to solve, and thinking to encompass his adversary, merely keeps prowling interminably around himself, the heroic nature will throw itself into the heart of the danger to turn it to its own use, just as captured artillery is turned about and aimed at the backs of the fleeing enemy.”

“I can now see to the bottom of my own depths, there is nothing stopping my gaze, no obstacle is in the way. And there is nothing there.”

“I have just discovered something I have always known: we can no more escape from one another than we can escape from God.”

“I shouldn't dream of wasting my time by picking holes in the attitude of the Italian prelates throughout the war for Ethiopia. Thanks to the mustard-gas sprinklers that are used in Australia for destroying rodents, Fascist aviation has been enabled to strip whole populations of hapless negroes of their skin, so that they lay rotting in heaps in front of their huts. It makes no difference to me if the Italian prelates affirm that a war like this seems chivalrous to them. I believe that I know what is chivalrous and what is not…”

“More often than not, nothingness is reluctantly and despairingly taken to be the only hypothesis possible when all the others have failed, since by definition it cannot be disproven and is beyond the scope of reason.”

“I know that the Crusaders of Majorca put to death, in a single night, all the prisoners who were huddled in the Catalonian trenches. They took the whole herd down to the shore and shot them, one beast at a time - they were quite leisurely about it. The Lord High Archbishop of Palma arranged to be represented at the ceremony, by a certain number of his priests. You can picture the scene can't you? 'Come on, father, isn't that one ready?' - 'Just a moment captain, I'm handing him over to you at once.' When the job was finished, the Crusaders piled their cattle in two heaps - those who'd been given absolution and those who hadn't- then sprinkled petrol over them. It is quite likely that this purification by fire may then have taken on, by reason of the presence of priests officiating a liturgical significance. Unfortunately I only saw these blackened, shiny creatures two days after that, contorted by the flames, some of them counterfeiting obscene poses in death, which must have been very distressing for the ladies of Palma and for their eminent confessors. A reeking tar oozed out of them…”

“Rather than the obsession with impurity, you'd do better to fear the nostalgia for purity.”

“[T]he cradle is shallower than the grave.”

“I saw a woman of thirty-five, living peacefully in the bosom of her family after an interrupted novitiate, show sudden signs of incomprehensible nervous terror, speak of possible 'reprisals', and refuse to go out alone. A very dear friend, took pity on her, offered her shelter. 'Come, child, what have you to fear? You're one of God's little lambs…' 'Harmless? That's all you know! Everybody thinks as you do, and nobody's frightened of me. Well - you can find out for yourself. I had eight men shot, madame…”

“[F]irst of all, be what you are.”

“Only the present counts.”