Peste Quotes

Quotes tagged as "peste" (showing 1-7 of 7)
Albert Camus
“There have been many plagues in the world as there have been wars, yet plagues and wars always find people equally unprepared. [...] When a war breaks out people say: 'It won't last, it's too stupid.' And war is certainly too stupid, but that doesn't prevent it from lasting. Stupidity always carries doggedly on, as people wold notice if they were not always thinking about themselves. In this respect, the citizens of Oran were like the rest of the world, they thought about themselves, in other words, they were humanists: they did not believe in pestilence. A pestilence does not have human dimensions, so people tell themselves that it is unreal, that it is a bad dream which will end. But it does not always end and, from one bad dream to the next, it is people who end, humanists first of all because they have not prepared themselves.”
Albert Camus, The Plague

Yuval Noah Harari
“La modernidad, en cambio, se basa en la firme creencia de que el crecimiento económico no solo es posible, sino que es absolutamente esencial. Las oraciones, las buenas obras y la meditación pueden ser reconfortantes e inspiradoras, pero problemas tales como el hambre, la peste y la guerra solo pueden resolverse por medio del crecimiento.”
Yuval Noah Harari, Homo Deus: A Brief History of Tomorrow

Yuval Noah Harari
“La gente rezaba a Dios pidiendo milagros, pero no intentaba seriamente exterminar el hambre, la peste y la guerra”
Yuval Noah Harari

Elif Shafak
“Allah vrea să te-audă vorbind. Altfel te-ar fi făcut peşte.”
Elif Shafak, Honor

Albert Camus
“sucede a veces que se sufre durante mucho tiempo sin saberlo.”
Albert Camus, La peste

Albert Camus
“Il sole incessante, le ore dedicate al sonno delle vacanze non invitavano più come prima alle feste dell’acqua e della carne; suonavano vuote, invece, nella città chiusa e silenziosa; avevano perduto il metallico splendore delle stagioni felici. Il sole della peste stingeva tutti i colori e fugava ogni gioia.”
Albert Camus

Arthur Rimbaud
“El otoño. Nuestra barca en lo alto de las brumas inmóviles vira hacia el puerto de la miseria, la ciudad enorme de cielo manchado de fuego y lodo. ¡Ah! ¡los harapos podridos, el pan empapado en lluvia, la embriagues, los mil amores que me han crucificado! ¿No acabará nunca esta vampira, soberana de millones de almas y de cuerpos muertos y que serán juzgados! Vuelvo a verme, la piel devorada por el fango y la peste, lleno de gusanos los cabellos y las axilas y con gusanos aún mayores en el corazón, tendido entre desconocidos sin edad, sin sentimiento… Hubiera podido morir allí… ¡Horrible evocación! Execro la miseria.”
Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell