Frases de Georges Bernanos

“Não há incidente, por menor que seja, em que não se inscreva a vontade de Deus, como a imensidão do mar numa gota d´água”

“Saber encontrar a alegria na alegria dos outros, é o segredo da felicidade.”

“Fé: 24 horas de dúvida, menos um minuto de Esperança”

“Nunca chegamos ao fundo da nossa solidão.”

“O homem mais miserável, mesmo que julgue não mais amar, conserva ainda o poder de amar.”

“Para encontrar a esperança é necessário ir além do desespero. Quando chegamos ao fim da noite, encontramos a aurora.”

“A esperança se adquire. Chega-se à esperança através da verdade, pagando o preço de repetidos esforços e de uma longa paciência. Para encontrar a esperança é necessário ir além do desespero. Quando chegamos ao fim da noite, encontramos a aurora.”

“A esperança é a maior e a mais difícil vitória que um homem pode ter sobre a alma.”

“O inferno é não se amar mais. Enquanto estamos vivos, podemos nos iludir, acreditar que amamos por nossas próprias forças, que amamos sem Deus. Mas nos assemelhamos aos loucos, que estendem os braços para o reflexo da lua na água…”

“Ser reacionário é ser vivo, porque só um cadáver não reage aos vermes que o corroem.”

“O que chamamos acaso talvez seja a lógica de Deus”

“Quando não tiver mais que um par de nádegas para pensar, irei sentá-las na academia.”

“De quem nos ama, esperamos sobretudo de um pouco de tempo.”

“É um grande engano pensar que o homem mediano só tem paixões medianas.”

“As faltas que cometo não me ajudam, perturbam-me demasiado.”

“De todos os inconvenientes da idade, a experiência não é o menos importante.”

“O inferno é já não amarmos.”

“Nossos cálculos mais perigosos são aqueles que chamamos de ilusões.”

“As razões da honra não têm coerência. Mas os povos não podem prescindir da honra, pagaremos caro termos acreditado em nós em vez de nela.”

“O acaso assemelha-se a nós.”

“Não existem meias-verdades.”

“Mais vale ter um mau carácter que não ter carácter nenhum.”

“Quem busca a verdade do homem deve apropriar-se da sua dor.”

“Tão frequentemente o intelectual é um imbecil que o deveríamos sempre tomar como tal, até que nos tenha provado o contrário.”

“Morro em cada noite para ressuscitar em cada manhã. (…) Cada noite em que se entra é aquela da Santíssima Agonia….”

“O espectáculo da injustiça acabrunha-me, mas isso deve-se provavelmente ao fato de ela despertar em mim a consciência dos atos de injustiça de que sou capaz.”

“Ser humilde não significa de modo algum procurar humilhações.”

“Que Deus nos proteja dos santos!”

“A partir de certa idade, a glória chama-se desforra.”

“Os verdadeiros inimigos da sociedade não são os que ela explora ou tiraniza, são os que ela humilha. É por esta razão que os partidos revolucionários contam entre si um grande número de licenciados sem emprego.”

“Se queres assumir em pleno o teu trabalho, não te esqueças de que toda a vocação só se consegue concretizar com muita dedicação.”

“As mais perigosas de nossas avaliações são aquelas que chamamos de ilusões.”

“As pequenas coisas parecem insignificantes, mas dão-nos a paz.”

“Boas palavras custam pouco e valem muito.”

“O pobre prefere um copo de vinho a um pão, porque o estômago da miséria necessita mais de ilusões que de alimento.”

“A vida ensinou-me que ninguém é consolado, sem que tenha primeiro consolado outros; que nada recebemos, sem que primeiro tenhamos dado.”

“Sou responsável por aquilo que não fui.”

“Suicide only really frightens those who are never tempted by it and never will be, for its darkness only welcomes those who are predestined to it.”

“Our habits are our friends. Even our bad habits.”

“There is no mask that temptation cannot wear, and the idea that Satan is purely a logician is an illusion held by not a few naive people. Many a shifty old man sees him as an opponent in an academic argument, but if he does the observer is still at the stage of games and trifles. Sometimes, though not often, the black desire to harm wins out over quicker and less bitter delights. When that happens, evil shows itself for what it truly is, not a way of life, but an attack on life itself.”

“[Chantal to Fiodor:] "It seems to me that evil is much less complicated than you would like to believe. Here or anywhere else there is only one sin."
"What sin?"
"To tempt God," she said. "And what's the use? I think you are really very stupid. God looks where He pleases. If He has not yet looked at you, what is the use of tempting Him?"”

“She [Chantal] did not understand him [Fiodor]. She never could and never would understand him, being as invulnerable in her truthfulness as he in his falseness. And yet, she hated him unconsciously with a jealous hatred — for what other name, alas, could be given to that revolt of her pure conscience, so well armed and, at the same time, so defenceless? She hated him instinctively as though he already possessed the incomparable secret with which to menace her, to menace God Himself.”

“Like all truly pure souls she [Chantal] quickly resigned herself to past faults, thought only of how to repair whatever harm they had done. "Of all my daughters, you are certainly the least bothered by scruples of conscience," Abbé Chevance used to say…. Even sin, once the will is detached and no longer nourishes it, withers and dies sterile. It is in the secret of intentions, like in a decomposing humus, in the dark forest of future sins, unpardoned sins, half dead, half living, that new poisons are distilled.”

“The contradictions in Renan, his feminine sensibility, coquetry, unavowed egotism, and sudden emotional outbursts, all indicate a soul deliberately using distraction as a means of evasion. The perpetual equivocation bears witness to God in the same way as the twisting and turning of a hunted animal indicates the presence of an unseen hunter.”

“[A]ll her life she [Chantal] had been carefully, heroically watching over mediocre beings who were hardly real, over things of no value.”

“Sadness came into the world with Satan — that world our Saviour never prayed for, the world you say I do not know. Oh, it is not so difficult to recognize: it is the world that prefers cold to warmth! What can God find to say to those who, of their own free will, of their own weight incline towards sadness and turn instinctively towards the night?”

“There is a well known and most profound saying of people wishing to induce sympathy in each other. 'Put yourself in his place,' they say. But it is easy only to put yourself in the place of your equals. At a certain point of inferiority, real or imaginary, this substitution is no longer possible…. Young Vittorio Mussolini has published a book on his Ethiopian campaign, of which I quote this extract: It was thrilling. A huge zariba, surrounded by tall trees, was very difficult to hit. I had to aim very carefully, and I only succeeded the third time. The poor devils inside jumped out when they saw their roof was on fire, and fled madly…surrounded by a ring of flames, four to five thousand Abyssinians died of suffocation. It was like hell itself. Smoke rising up to unbelievable heights, and flames turning the black sky red. Obviously Signor Vittorio Mussolini never dreamt of putting himself in the place of the Ethiopians!”

“We are at that one of life's hours (it strikes for every man) when truth imposes itself, by itself, with irresistible obviousness, when each of us has only to stretch forth his arms to reach at a single bound the surface of shadows, even the sunlight of God. Then is human prudence but a snare and a delusion. Sanctity!' cried out the old priest in a deep voice; 'by saying this word in your presence and for you alone, I know the hurt I inflict upon you! You are not unaware of what sanctity is: a vocation, a calling. Up to the place where God awaits you you will have to climb—climb, or be lost. Expect no human help.”

“Once or twice, when she [Chantal] had adroitly avoided an opportunity of pleasing or winning admiration (for her shrewd wit and vivacity made her popular), she was astonished at his [Abbé Chevance's] disapproval. [She asked him why. ] Blushing he had replied, "I will tell you, my daughter. I used to try very hard to be admired, to be liked. That is the world!" Then, with that profound finesse which no one had ever had the wit to recognize in the former priest of Costerel-sur-Meuse, he at once added, "I had more to fear from the world than you have."”

“[T]here is nothing that God hates so much as a liar.”

“[A] good Christian does not care for miracles very much, because a miracle is God looking after His own affairs, and we prefer looking after them for Him.”

“God knows that we should not despise anything. We must do our best.”

“A large number of suspects, both men and women, escaped martial law for lack of any shred of evidence against them on which a court-martial could convict. So they began setting them free in groups, according to their birth-place. But half-way, the car-load would be emptied into a ditch.”

“Everybody in Palma knew that my son was a lieutenant in the Phalange, and I was often seen at mass. For months I had been friendly with insurgent leaders who were feared by all the suspects. And yet people I hardly knew spoke freely to me, when the slightest indiscretion on my part would have cost their liberty, or their lives. I'll tell you why it was. It was because it is still known in the world that a Frenchman doesn't let himself become a policeman's pawn - that's why. Because a Frenchman is a free man.”

“To you a pious young girl who goes to mass and communion, seems pretty silly and childish; you take us for innocents… Well, let me tell you, sometimes we know more about evil than people who have only learned to offend God.”

“Hatred of the priest is one of man's profoundest instincts, as well as one of the least known. That it is as old as the race itself no one doubts, yet our age has raised it to an almost prodigious degree of refinement and excellence. With the decline or disappearance of other powers, the priest, even though appearing so intimately integrated into the life of society, has become a more singular and unclassifiable being than any of those old magicians the ancient world used to keep locked up like sacred animals in the depths of its temples, existing in the intimacy of the gods alone. Priests moreover are all the more singular and unclassifiable in that they do not recognize themselves as such and are nearly always dupes of the most gross outward appearances — whether of the irony of some or the servile deference of others. But that contradiction, by nature more political than religious and used far too long to nurture clerical pride, does, through the growing feeling of their loneliness and to the extent that it is gradually transformed into hostile indifference, throw them unarmed into the heart of social conflicts they naively pride themselves on being able to resolve by using texts. But, then, what does it matter? The hour is coming when, on the ruins of the old Christian order, a new order will be born that will indeed be an order of the world, the order of the Prince of this World, of that prince whose kingdom is of this world. And the hard law of necessity, stronger than any illusions, will then remove the very object for clerical pride so long maintained simply by conventions outlasting any belief. And the footsteps of beggars shall cause the earth to tremble once again.”

“She isn't very clever or very devout,… and she certainly empties the whole salt cellar into the stories she tells me. But I love her because she never lies.”

“I have done no passably decent job in this world which did not at first seem to me useless - absurdly useless, useless to the point of nausea. My secret demon is called :What's the use?”

“They are always talking about the fire of hell, but no one has ever seen it, my friends. For hell is cold. It used to be that the nights weren't long enough to wear out your malice, and you got up each morning with your breasts still full of poison. But now the devil himself has withdrawn from you. Ah, how alone we are in evil, my brothers! The poor human race dreams from century to century of breaking that solitude — but it's no use! The devil, who can do so many things, will never succeed in founding a Church, a Church that will put in common both the merits of hell and the sin of all. From now until the end of the world, the sinner will have to sin alone, always alone — for just as we die alone, so also do we sin alone. The devil, you see, is the friend who never stays with us to the end.”

“The population of Majorca has always been noted for its absolute indifference to politics. In the days of the Carlistes and the Cristinos, George Sand tells us how they welcomed with equal unconcern the refugees of either side. According to the head of the Phalange, you could not have found a hundred Communists in the whole island. Where could the Party have got them from? It is a country of small market-gardening, of olives, oranges and almonds, without industry, without factories. I declare on oath that during the months preceding the civil war there was no attempt of any kind made against persons or belongings. 'There was killing in Spain,' you say. 'A hundred and thirty-five political assassinations between March and July 1936.”

“You know, sometimes I imagine what any decent agnostic of average intelligence might say, if by some impossible chance one of those intolerable praters were to let him stand awhile in the pulpit, in his stead: 'Ladies and gentlemen,… I don't share all your beliefs, but I probably know more about the history of the church than you do, because I happen to have read it, and not many parishioners can say that. For though you're not interested in unbelievers, unbelievers are extremely interested in you.. Yes, we were drawn to you. But now we've decided that you're not very interesting after all, and it's rather disappointing….. Because you do not live your faith, your faith has ceased to be a living thing.”

“When marine officers called on me at Palma, they remarked on the clean roads, the punctual trams and so on. 'Why', they exclaimed, 'business as usual - and you say there's killing going on? what nonsense!' They didn't realise that any tradesman who closed down, closed down at his peril. They didn't know that the relatives of the executed were not allowed to go into mourning. How can you expect the outside appearance of a town to be affected, just because the staff of its prisons is double, treble, ten times, a hundred times what it was? The discreet slaughter of fifteen or twenty wretched people per day, will not prevent tramways from running to schedule, cafés from being full, or churches resounding with the Te Deum.”

“Appearances are nothing…. And first of all they should not be feared, they are only dangerous to the weak.”

“A man given to vice is always an idealist.”

“You don't wage civil war in kid gloves. The Spanish bishops know it so well that they have been obliged to refer to 'regrettable excesses' and 'inevitable abuses'. They seem to think that war is like Shrove Tuesday, that it's a jolly respite, as it were, from social morality, and that men can give themselves up to being cruel just as gay sparks at carnival-time indulge in bottom-pinching! Once the illuminations go out, we must welcome the dear lad home with a smile that's both knowing and fatherly. 'Don't worry, my dear boy. We can none of us resist a little fun sometimes. Think no more about it.”

“There's no hatred that can ever be satisfied either in this world or the next, and the hatred that one has for oneself is probably the one for which there is no forgiveness.”