François-René de Chateaubriand citáty
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François-René de Chateaubriand
Datum narození: 4. září 1768
Datum úmrtí: 4. červenec 1848
Další jména:Francois R. de Chateaubriand, Chateaubriand
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François-Auguste-René de Chateaubriand [šatobriján] byl francouzský konzervativec, diplomat a spisovatel. Je považován za jednoho z nejvýznačnějších představitelů romantismu ve francouzské literatuře.
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„How small man is on this little atom where he dies! But how great his intelligence!“
— François-René de Chateaubriand
Context: How small man is on this little atom where he dies! But how great his intelligence! He knows when the face of the stars must be masked in darkness, when the comets will return after thousands of years, he who lasts only an instant! A microscopic insect lost in a fold of the heavenly robe, the orbs cannot hide from him a single one of their movements in the depth of space. What destinies will those stars, new to us, light? Is their revelation bound up with some new phase of humanity? You will know, race to be born; I know not, and I am departing.
Book XLII: Ch. 18: A summary of the changes which have occurred around the globe in my lifetime
„I behold the light of a dawn whose sunrise I shall never see. It only remains for me to sit down at the edge of my grave; then I shall descend boldly, crucifix in hand, into eternity.“
— François-René de Chateaubriand
Context: New storms will arise; one can believe in calamities to come which will surpass the afflictions we have been overwhelmed by in the past; already, men are thinking of bandaging their old wounds to return to the battlefield. However, I do not expect an imminent outbreak of war: nations and kings are equally weary; unforeseen catastrophe will not yet fall on France: what follows me will only be the effect of general transformation. No doubt there will be painful moments: the face of the world cannot change without suffering. But, once again, there will be no separate revolutions; simply the great revolution approaching its end. The scenes of tomorrow no longer concern me; they call for other artists: your turn, gentlemen!
As I write these last words, my window, which looks west over the gardens of the Foreign Mission, is open: it is six in the morning; I can see the pale and swollen moon; it is sinking over the spire of the Invalides, scarcely touched by the first golden glow from the East; one might say that the old world was ending, and the new beginning. I behold the light of a dawn whose sunrise I shall never see. It only remains for me to sit down at the edge of my grave; then I shall descend boldly, crucifix in hand, into eternity.
Book XLII: Ch. 18: A summary of the changes which have occurred around the globe in my lifetime
