Showing posts with label Jean-Jacques Annaud. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jean-Jacques Annaud. Show all posts

Morning stars and fallen angels — coisas do Diabo

"— Lucifer is the morning star, he began hopefully, — Father says...
— Father says! ... her voice cut him through. — Lucifer was the archangel who refused to serve Our Lord. To sin is to falsify something in the Divine Order, and that is what Lucifer did. His name means Bringer of Light but he was not satisfied to bring the light of Our Lord to man, he tried to steal the power of Our Lord and to bring his own light to man. He tried to become original, she pronounced malignantly, shaping that word round the whole structure of damnation, repeating it, crumpling the drawing of the robin in her hand, — original, to steal Our Lord's authority, to command his own destiny, to bear his own light! That is why Satan is The Fallen Angel, for he rebelled when he tried to emulate Our Lord Jesus. And he won his own domain, didn't he. Didn't he! And his own light is the light of the fires of Hell! Is that what you want? Is that what you want?"

The Recognitions, William Gaddis [pg 34]

Wings of Desire, Wim Wenders

"— Se me vens ver, porque não me saudaste, antigo cobrador de impostos? — perguntou Woland num tom severo.
— Porque não desejo a tua saúde — respondeu insolentemente o outro.
— Mas há uma coisa com que tens de resignar-te — objectou Woland, e um sorriso irónico desenhou-se-lhe na boca. — Mal tu surgiste no telhado,  cometeste logo um absurdo, e eu digo-te onde é que está esse absurdo: está no teu tom. Dizes as palavras como se não reconhecesses a existência das sombras e do mal. Não quererás ter a bondade de pensar nesta questão: de que serviria o teu bem se não existisse o mal, e que aspecto teria a terra se dela desaparecessem as sombras? Pois as sombras são produzidas pelos objectos e pelas pessoas. Aqui está a sombra da minha espada. Mas há também as sombras das árvores e de todos os seres vivos. Não quererás tu despir todo o globo terrestre, varrendo da sua superfície todas as árvores e tudo o que é vivo, por causa da tua fantasia de te deleitares com a luz pura? És um tolo."

Margarita e o Mestre, Mikhail Bulgákov [pg 327]

Jorge de Burgos, The Name of the Rose



"that nervous spark that ignites all love affairs"


L'amant, 1992, Jean-Jacques Annaud