Francois Mauriac citáty

„Pokud mi chceš představit člověka a jeho srdce, řekni mi, jaké díla si rád přečte znovu.“

„Žádná láska, žádné přátelství nemůže zkřížit cestu našeho osudu, aniž by na něm navždy zanechala nějakou stopu.“

„Není jediné lásky, jediného přátelství, které by prošlo naším osudem a navěky ho neovlivnilo.“

„Někoho milovat znamená jako jediný vidět zázrak pro jiné neviditelný.“

„Čas je nejlepší učitel, bohužel nemá vždy ty nejlepší žáky.“

„Vzpomene-li si člověk na čas, kdy miloval, zdá se mu, že se mu od té doby už nic nezdařilo.“

„Všichni jsme byli hněteni a přehněteni těmi, kdo nás milovali, a pokud byli jen trochu důslední, jsme jejich dílem - dílem, které ostatně nepoznají a které nikdy není takové, jak o něm snili. Není jediné lásky, přátelství, které by prošlo našim osudem a navěky ho neovlivnilo.“

„Státníci jsou chirurgové, jejich omyly jsou smrtelné.“

„Četba jsou otevřené dveře do kouzelného světa.“

„V den, kdy přestanete hořet, mnozí zemřou chladem.“

„Nerozumím Angličanům a nemám je rád, leda když jsou mrtví.“

„Ach, dotěrnost těch bytostí, o které se naše srdce nezajímají a které si nás vybraly, ačkoli my jsme si je nevyvolili!“

„>Řekni mi, co čteš, a já ti řeknu, jaký jsi člověk< je sice pravda, ale lépe bych tě poznal, kdybys mně řekl, co čteš podruhé.“

“If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he rereads.”

“No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.”

“To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.”

“I remained standing in the middle of the room, swaying on my feet as though I had received a blow. I thought of my life and saw what it had been. No one could swim against such a current of mud. I had been a man so horrible that he could have no friend. But wasn't that, I asked myself, because I had always been incapable of wearing a disguise? If all men went through life with unmasked faces, as I had done for half a century, one might be surprised to find how little difference there was between them. But, in fact, no one lives with his face uncovered, no one. Most men ape greatness or nobility. Though they do not know it, they conform to certain fixed types, literary or other. This the saints know, and they hate and despise themselves because they see themselves with unclouded eyes. I should not have been so universally condemned had I not been so defenseless, so open, and so naked.”

“A writer is essentially a man who does not resign himself to loneliness.”

“That is the mystery of grace: it never comes too late.”

“If the flame inside you goes out, the souls that are next to you will die of cold.”

“Somewhere between these, thousands of children inhabit a voiceless hell.”

“Very little would have been needed for the tears of Judas to be allied in the memory of mankind with those of Peter.”

“Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are" is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread.”

“The effort of explaining, even of expressing himself, had become, with the years, more and more terrifying to him. Whether from laziness or from inability to find the right words, he had developed almost a passion for silence.”

“I write whenever it suits me. During a creative period I write every day; a novel should not be interrupted.”

“What makes a poet is, surely, the love of these things, a desperate search for the tiny ray of sunshine which used to flicker on the floor of a child’s bedroom.”

“The myth of Prometheus means that all the sorrows of the world have their seat in the liver. But it needs a brave man to face so humble a truth.”

“Most men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed off wings where he never ventures.”

“I love Germany so much I'm glad there are two of them.”

“One can touch a living soul through a curtain of vice and crime no matter how dense and dark: but vulgarity is an insurmountable barrier.”

“Let us be wary of ready-made ideas about cowardice and courage: the same burden weighs infinitely more heavily on some shoulders than on others.”

“We know well only what we are deprived of.”

“A good critic is the sorcerer who makes some hidden spring gush forth unexpectedly under our feet.”

“The arrogance of poets is only a defense; doubt gnaws the greatest among them; they need our testimony to escape despair.”

“I believe that only poetry counts… A great novelist is first of all a great poet.”

“The grandeur of man lies in song, not in thought.”

“Every novel worthy of the name is like another planet, whether large or small, which has its own laws just as it has its own flora and fauna.”

“This God who, as the psalmist said, built His tabernacles in the sun, now establishes Himself in the very core of the flesh and the blood.”

“What I fear is not being forgotten after my death, but, rather, not being enough forgotten. As we were saying, it is not our books that survive, but our poor lives that linger in the histories.”

“A man's passion for the mountain is, above all, his childhood which refuses to die.”

“It seems that, after nineteen centuries of extraordinary glorification, the small Host for which so many cathedrals have sprung up, the small Host that has rested in millions of breasts and that has found a tabernacle and worshippers even in the desert - it seems that the triumphant Host of Lourdes and the Eucharistic Congresses of Chicago and Carthage remains as unknown, as secret as when it appeared for the first time in a room in Jerusalem. Light is in the world as in the days of St. John the Baptist, and the world does not know it.”

“There is no accident in our choice of reading. All our sources are related.”