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“we zoeken schoonheid op alle plaatsen waar we het nooit zullen vinden vertel me liever hoe ruw je huid voelt hoe troebel je ogen hoe leeg je hart en dan vertel ik je wel hoe mooi je bent”

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“Ik wil niet in een wereld zonder kathedralen leven. Ik heb hun schoonheid en verhevenheid nodig. Ik heb ze nodig als verzet tegen de platvloersheid van de wereld. Ik wil opkijken naar hun stralende kerkramen en me laten verblinden door hun betoverende kleuren. Ik heb hun glans nodig, hun gebiedend zwijgen. Die heb ik nodig als verzet tegen de smerige eenheidskleur van uniformen. Ik wil mijzelf hullen in de bittere kou die in de kerken hangt. (...) Een wereld zonder die dingen zou een wereld zijn waarin ik niet meer wil leven.”

SchoonheidKathedralenKerkenVerhevenheid
Book:Night Train to Lisbon
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“As winter drew to a close and spring began to make itself felt, excitement bubbled among all those chosen to represent their country. The timetable of events was due out at any time, and everyone was eager to know on what particular day and at what time of the day he or she would be competing. The day came, and Eric was as eager as anyone to read the timetable. But when he did he was completely astounded, for it revealed a fact he had never given a moment’s thought to. His race, the 100 meters, was to have its first heats run on a Sunday. The Sabbath was a day to be devoted to God, not sports. Without a moment’s hesitation but with sadness in his voice Eric quietly said, “I’m not running.” Everyone turned to stare at him, disbelief written all over their faces. Then he pointed out the date and time on the paper. When Eric made a statement he meant it. These weren’t the words of an impetuous young man spoken in a second’s thoughtlessness, only to be regretted afterwards. He wasn’t running. It was as simple as that and there was no point in arguing with him. When he told the athletic authorities in Britain, instead of trying to cajole or abuse him for his beliefs, they immediately contacted the Olympic officials. Could they possibly rearrange the dates, they asked. But they refused. No one on the continent could understand why Eric was making such a fuss. But Eric wasn’t making any fuss. Everyone else was. “Why couldn't he run on Sunday and dedicate the race to God?” some asked. Others said he was a traitor to his country, refusing to run for Scotland simply because the chosen day didn’t suit him. He was their best, probably only, hope of gaining a much coveted Olympic gold medal. No Briton had won a gold in the 100 meters since the Games were revived in 1896. But nothing that anyone or any newspaper said could induce Eric to change his mind. Years later he admitted that it had upset him a lot. He was no traitor to his country. He was just refusing to betray his religious beliefs—and God came first.”

DedicationEric Liddell
Author:Catherine Swift
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