José Saramago · 341 pages
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“...for human words are like shadows, and shadows are incapable of explaining light and between shadow and light there is the opaque body from which words are born..”
“Unlike Joseph her husband, Mary is neither upright nor pious, but she is not blame for this, the blame lies with the language she speaks if not with the men who invented it, because that language has no feminine form for the words upright and pious.”
“Yet human experience and the practice of communication have shown throughout the ages that definitions are an illusion, like having a speech defect and trying to say love but unable to get the word out, or, better, having a tongue in one's head but unable to feel love.”
“The time for miracles has either passed or not come yet, besides, miracles, genuine miracles, whatever people say, are not such a good idea, if it means destroying the very order of things in order to improve them.”
“..."o Bem e o Mal não existem em si mesmos, cada um deles é somente a ausência do outro.”
“كان الرب قد أخبر يسوع ستكون لي في دمك منذ الآن، أما الشيطان، إن كان ذلك هو، فقد رفضه بازدراء، لم تتعلم شيئاً، فاغرب عني، ومريم المجدلية التي يجري العرق من أسفل نهديها، وجدائلها المتراخية يتعالى منها البخور، شفتاها منتفختان، وعيناها مثل بحيرتين داكنتين، قالت له، لن تمكث معي بسبب ما علمتك أياه، ولكن إمض الليلة هنا. وأجابها يسوع وهو يعلوها، ما تعلميني إياه ليس سجناً بل هو الحرية”
“God will save you.
Surely you're forgetting that God saves souls rather than bodies.”
“The sun appears in one of the upper corners of the rectangle, on the left of anyone looking at the picture.”
“The angel told her, An honest man who committed a crime, you have no idea how many honest men have committed crimes, their crimes are countless, and contrary to popular belief these are the only crimes that cannot be forgiven.”
“It just isn't possible for you to ask me all the questions, or for me to give you all the answers.”
“Are dreams perhaps the soul’s memories of the body,”
“Morrerão milhares, Morrerão centenas de milhares, Morrerão centenas de milhares de homens e mulheres, a terra encher-se-á de gritos de dor, de uivos e roncos de agonia, o fumo dos queimados cobrirá o sol, a gordura deles rechinará sobre as brasas, o cheiro agoniará, e tudo isto será por minha culpa, Não por tua culpa, por tua causa, Pai, afasta de mim este cálice, Que tu o bebas é a condição do meu poder e da tua glória, Não quero esta glória, Mas eu quero esse poder.”
“Olharei a tua sombra se não quiseres que te olhe a ti, disse-lhe, e ele respondeu, Quero estar onde minha sombra estiver, se lá é que estiverem os teus olhos. Amavam-se e diziam palavras como estas, não apenas por serem belas ou verdadeiras, se é possível ser-se o mesmo ao mesmo tempo, mas porque pressentiam que o tempo das sombras estava chegando na sua hora, e era preciso que começassem a acostumar-se, ainda juntos, à escuridão da ausência definitiva.”
“God does not forgive the sins He makes us commit.”
“Então Jesus compreendeu que viera trazido ao engano como se leva o cordeiro ao sacrifício, que a sua vida fora traçada para morrer assim desde o princípio dos princípios, e, subindo-lhe à lembrança o rio de sangue e de sofrimento que do seu lado irá nascer e alagar toda a terra, clamou para o céu aberto onde Deus sorria, Homens, perdoai-lhe, porque ele não sabe o que fez.”
“لماذا انقذ الرب اسحاق ولم يفعل شيئا لحماية الأطفال المساكين الذين كانوا ابرياء كطفل
ابراهيم ؟”
“Somewhere in the infinite that He occupies, God advances and withdraws the pawns of the other games He plays, but it is too soon to worry about this one, all He need do for the present is allow things to take their natural course, apart from the occasional adjustment with the tip of His little finger to make sure some stray thought or action does not interfere with the harmony of destinies.”
“[...] todos nós, onde quer que estejamos e quem quer que sejamos, não fazemos mais na vida do que procurar o lugar onde iremos ficar para sempre.”
“Η μοίρα του καθενός είναι να βρίσκεται η μοίρα του στα χέρια των άλλων.”
“The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything becomes what we choose to invent.”
“O artesão no seu trabalho não deve levantar-se ante o maior doutor, podemos imaginar com que orgulho profissional começava José a instruir os seus filhos mais velhos, um após outro, à medida que chegavam à idade, primeiro Jesus, depois Tiago, depois José, depois Judas, nos segredos e tradições da arte carpinteira, atento ele, também, à antiga sentença popular que assim reza, O trabalho do menino é pouco, mas quem o desdenha é louco, foi o que veio a chamar-se trabalho infantil.”
“Jesus wiped his tears on the back of his hand, blew his nose, who knows where, and yes, there is no point spending the whole day here, the desert is what it is, it surrounds us, in some ways protects us, but when it comes to giving, it gives us nothing, it simply looks on, and when the sun suddenly clouds over, so that we find ourselves thinking, The sky mirrors our sorrow, we are being foolish, because the sky is quite impartial and neither rejoices in our happiness nor is cast down by our grief.”
“But why sacrifice Your own son’s life for so little, surely all You have to do is send a prophet. The time when people listened to prophets has passed, nowadays one must administer stronger medicine, shock treatment, to touch men’s hearts and stir their feelings. Such as a son of God hanging from a cross. Yes, why not.”
“ღმერთი კვლავ დუმდა, ხოლო ნისლიდან ხმა მოისმა: ეგება ეს ღმერთი და ის მეორე, მისი მეტოქე რომ გახდება, - უბრალოდ ჰეტერონიმები არიან. და ვინ ან რაა, ვის ჰეტერონიმებადაც ეს ღმერთები მოიაზრებიან? - ცნობისწადილით დასვა შეკითხვა მეორე ხმამ. პესოა, უპასუხა პირველმა ხმამ და სიტყვა ნისლისგან სახეცვლილი, ისე გაისმა, როგორც პერსონა. იესომ, ღმერთმა და ეშმაკმა ჯერ თავი მოიკატუნეს, აქაოდა, არაფერი გაგვიგონიაო, მაგრამ წამსვე შეშინებულებმა გადახედეს ერთმანეთს, რამეთუ შიშს ასეთი თვისება აქვს - აახლოებს და აერთიანებს.”
“That night there was no conversation, no prayers or stories around the fire, as if the proximity of Jerusalem demanded respectful silence, each man searching his heart and asking, Who is this person who resembles me yet whom I fail to recognize. This is not what they actually said, for people do not start talking to themselves like that, nor was this even in their conscious thoughts, but there can be no doubt that as we sit staring into the flames of a camp fire, our silence can be expressed only with words like these, which say everything.”
“Deus é tanto mais Deus quanto mais inacessível for.”
“São coisas que não se sabem explicar, como, sendo as pessoas feitas das mesmas humaníssimas matérias, esta carne, estes ossos, este sangue, esta pele e este riso, este suor e esta lágrima, vemos que saem uns cobardes e outros sem medo, uns de guerra e outros de paz.”
“The will of God, the creator and ruler of the universe, embraces all possible wills, His own as well as that of every man born into this world. If this is so, intervened Jesus with sudden insight, then each man is a part of God.”
“I will fight you endlessly if I think you're wrong but I will never judge you.”
“Weapons, such as arrows, bullets, and bearded darts, can be easily extracted from the body, but a wordy dagger plunged deep into the heart is incapable of being taken out. Wordy arrows are shot from the mouth; smitten by them one grieveth day and night.”
“Too many people learn about war with no inconvenience to themselves. They read about Verdun or Stalingrad without comprehension, sitting in a comfortable armchair, with their feet beside the fire, preparing to go about their business the next day, as usual.
One should really read such accounts under compulsion, in discomfort, considering oneself fortunate not to be describing the events in a letter home, writing from a hole in the mud. One should read about war in the worst circumstances, when everything is going badly, remembering that the torments of peace are trivial, and not worth any white hairs. Nothing is really serious in the tranquility of peace; only an idiot could be really disturbed by a question of salary.
One should read about war standing up, late at night, when one is tired, as I am writing about it now, at dawn, while my asthma attack wears off. And even now, in my sleepless exhaustion, how gentle and easy peace seems!”
“There are old swordsmen and bold swordsmen. But few old, bold swordsmen.”
“A fool’s paradise is a wise man’s hell.” Thomas Fuller”
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