Leon Degrelle Quotes

You must train harder than the enemy who is trying to kill you. You will get all the rest you need in the grave.

A country cannot live in disorder, incompetence, irresponsibility, uncertainty, and corruption.

For hate dies, suffocated to death by its own stupidity and mediocrity. But grandeur is eternal.

They died out there, in countless numbers, not for government officials in Berlin, but for their old countries, gilded by the centuries, and for their common fatherland, Europe, the Europe of Virgil and Ronsard, the Europe of Erasmus and Nietzsche, of Raphael and Dürer, the Europe of St. Ignatius and St. Theresa, the Europe of Frederick the Great and Napoleon Bonaparte.

Solo el alma cuenta y debe dominar a todo lo demás. Corta o larga, la vida solo vale la pena si no tenemos que avergonzarnos de ella en el momento en que hay que devolverla

Four years later, the comparison worked in the opposite direction: after having looted the watches, the jewelry, the clothes from all of Eastern Europe, the Soviet soldier returned grumbling to the USSR, astonished at the comfort of the non-Communist countries and disgusted with his “paradise” of wooden spoons, tattered dresses, and muddy excrement stretching around his house-barracks.

En la vida todo es cuestión de fe y tenacidad

In the human desert, where there are so many lambs, be lions!

Britain and France had made it a world war after Hitler invaded Poland. When Stalin did the same thing fifteen days later, no one in the Allied chancelleries took the risk of reacting.

Il est doux de rêver à un idéal et de le bâtir dans sa pensée. Mais c’est encore, à dire le vrai, fort peu de chose. Qu’est-ce qu’un idéal qui n’est qu’un jeu, ou mettons même un rêve très pur ? Il faut le bâtir, après cela, dans l’existence.

We can gather all the Conferences of the world, gather by herds Heads of State, economic experts and champions of all techniques. They will weigh. They will decree. But, basically, they will fail because they will miss the point. The disease of the century is not in the body. The body is sick because the soul is sick. It was she who needed to be healed and revitalized. The real, the big revolution to do is there. Spiritual revolution Or bankruptcy of the century. The salvation of the world is in the will of the souls who believe.

WE MUST, all of us, be prepared for the most terrible. Is not death, in the midst of humiliation, a way to give oneself even more? Sacrifice admits of neither calculation nor reserve. If I had lied like the rest where would I have landed? Yet, I believe even so, more than ever, only the idealists can change the world. The soul that remains is the soul.

I sometimes made huge mistakes. But what actually is a mistake in politics? And when I look back, I have only one sentiment: an enormous regret. Regret that we did not succeed, that we were not able to create this European world which would be the master of the universe for all time, which made the white race the first race, with the great mastery of the spirit. And when we see what there is on the other side, what 30 years of the others’ victory has given, this anarchy in the world, this rout of the white world, this desertion throughout the universe; when we see in our own countries the decay of morals, the fall of the fatherland, the fall of the family, the fall of social order; when we see this appetite for material goods which has replaced the great flame of the ideal which animated us, well then, truly, between the two we chose the right side. The small, miserable Europe of today, of this impoverished Common Market, cannot give happiness to men. Consumer society poisons humanity rather than elevating it. So, for our part, we dreamed of something great, and we have only one desire, that this spirit be reborn. And with all my might, up to the last moment of my existence, I will fight for this. So that what was our struggle and our martyrdom, will one day be the resurrection.

At Dniepropetrovsk the Stalin regime had made great efforts in construction. We were at first impressed as we approached the suburbs of the city, where we saw outlined the large masonry blocks of the proletarian housing erected by the Soviets. Their lines were modern. The buildings were huge, and there were many of them. Undeniably, the Communist system had done something for the people. If the misery of the peasants was great, at least the worker seemed to have benefited from the new times. Still, it was necessary to visit and examine the buildings. We lived for six months in the Donets coal basin. We had plenty of time to test the conclusions that we had reached at the time of our entrance into Dniepropetrovsk. The buildings, so impressive from a distance, were just a gigantic hoax, intended to fool sightseers shepherded by Intourist [Soviet tourism agency] and the viewers of documentary films. Approaching those housing blocks you were sickened by the stench of mud and excrement that rose from the quagmires surrounding each of the buildings. Around them were neither sidewalks nor gravel nor paving stones. The Russian mud was everywhere, and everywhere the walls peeled and crumbled. The quality of the construction materials was of the lowest order. All the balconies had come loose, and already the cement stairways were worn and grooved, although the buildings were only a few years old.

L’agonie de notre temps gît là. Le siècle ne s’effondre pas faute de soutien matériel. Jamais l’univers ne fut si riche, comblé de tant de confort, aidé par une industrialisation à ce point productrice. Jamais il n’y eut tant de ressources ni de biens offerts. C’est le cœur de l’homme, et lui seul, qui est en état de faillite. C’est faute d’aimer, c’est faute de croire et de se donner, que le monde s’accable lui-même des coups qui l’assassinent. Le siècle a voulu n’être plus que le siècle des appétits. Son orgueil l’a perdu. Il a cru aux machines, aux stocks, aux lingots, sur lesquels il régnerait en maître. Il a cru, tout autant, à la victoire des passions charnelles projetées au delà de toutes les limites, à la libération des formes les plus diverses des jouissances, sans cesse multipliées, toujours plus avilies et plus avilissantes, dotées d’une « technique » qui n’est, en somme, généralement, qu’une accumulation, sans grande imagination, d’assez pauvres vices, d’êtres vidés.

Seventy-five percent of our soldiers were manual laborers. Many among them had been susceptible, once, to Soviet propaganda. They stood with their mouths agape when they saw in what conditions of decay and exhaustion the Russian proletariat existed. They shook their heads, having to look twice at the scene before believing it.

En el desierto de la incertidumbre humana, donde existen tantos corderos; ¡ustedes sean leones!

Los que titubean ante el esfuerzo, es porque tienen adormecida el alma

Son muchos los hombres viles, pero junto a ellos, junto a esos cuya bajeza es una blasfemia de vida, existen otros: todos aquellos, los que vemos y los que no vemos, que no son así y que, por no serlo, salvan al mundo y al honor de vivir

En lugar de quejarnos de la soledad, bendigámosla, aprovechemos la posibilidad inesperada que nos da para examinarnos en silencio, para dominarnos lucidamente y totalmente, hasta en nuestros más contradictorios pensamientos

¡Cuánta gente, colmada de todo, se queja de continuo, lo encuentra todo mal y no acierta a gozar nunca de nada! Debemos mirar siempre hacia los que tienen menos que nosotros y contentarnos, y gozar de lo que poseemos sin alimentar nuestro espíritu de quimeras

La vida es siempre bella si sabemos mirarla con ojos apacibles, con luz de un alma en paz

La soledad es para el alma la magnífica ocasión de conocerse, de vigilarse, de formarse a sí misma

Solo los cerebros vacíos, o los corazones inconstantes, tiene miedo de quedar en silencio frente a sí mismos

La grandeza verdadera está en la nobleza del alma, que se da y se gasta, anhelante de darse, en cada uno de nuestros deberes, sobre todo en los que están limpios de vanidad

No hay más remedio que alimentar el espíritu, para no dejarse caer en el embrutecimiento, en la suciedad, en la mediocridad

El heroísmo consiste en resistir, en estar siempre alerta, alegre y fuerte, en medio de esa ausencia de felicidad

No ser feliz es dudar de nuestro cuerpo, del calor de nuestra sangre, del fuego devorador del corazón, de la claridad del espíritu que inunda nuestro ser

No estamos en este mundo para comer a horas fijas, para dormir con regularidad, para vivir cien o más años. Todo esto es vano y es necio. Sólo una cosa cuenta: tener una vida útil; perfilar el alma; estar pendiente de ella, instante por instante; vigilar sus debilidades y exaltar sus impulsos; servir a los demás derramar a nuestro alrededor la dicha y la ternura; ofrecer el brazo al prójimo, para elevarnos todos, ayudándonos los unos a los otros.

No estamos en este mundo para comer a horas fijas, para dormir con regularidad, para vivir cien o más años. Todo esto es vano y es necio. Sólo una cosa cuenta: tener una vida útil; perfilar el alma; estar pendiente de ella, instante por instante; vigilar sus debilidades y exaltar sus impulsos; servir a los demás derramar a nuestro alrededor la dicha y la ternura; ofrecer el brazo al prójimo, para elevarnos todos, ayudándonos los unos a los otros

¡Que el destino nos escuentre siempre fuertes y dignos! Debemos amar la felicidad como amamos el canto fugitivo del viento, como amamos los colores del atardecer que se va a extinguir. Porque los vientos renacen y cantan de nuevo...

¡Qué el destino nos encuentre siempre fuertes y dignos! Debemos amar la felicidad como amamos el canto fugitivo del viento, como amamos los colores del atardecer que se va a extinguir. Porque los vientos renacen y cantan de nuevo...

En medio del vasto rebaño humano, el hombre excepcional siempre se siente solo

En el combate, un hombre miedoso está perdido. El valor, más aún que exponer, se impone, porque la muerte también, con tal de que se la mire a la cara, se deja asustar

Cada día el mundo se vuelve más egoísta y feo. Hay odio entre las personas, entre las clases, entre los pueblos; porque todo el mundo está buscando encontrar bienes materiales, la posesión de la cual no es nada

El dinero, los honores ganados a fuerza de envilecerse, la pugna por conseguir una felicidad terrenal, que se desvanece entre sus dedos y que se escapa para siempre, hacen que el rebaño humano se convierta en horda pululante, que se agita y corre hacia aquí y hacia allá, tropezando y destrozándose, en busca de una liberación que nunca se encuentra

Para no perderse entre el tumulto de un desierto estéril, el alma fuerte se encierra en sí misma

Debes entrenar mucho más duro que el enemigo que está intentando acabar contigo. Todo el descanso que necesitas, lo tendrás en tu lecho de muerte

Mentir ha llegado a ser una forma de espíritu. El honor ha perdido todo sentido, el honor del juramento, el honor a servir, el honor de morir. Se ríen de quienes se aferran todavía a esos viejos ritos. La virtud ha perdido su dulce canto de fuente. Las sonrisas no son ya los sentimientos del corazón, sino suspiros, estafas o rictus. Las almas se asfixian, el aire es pesado, cargado de todos los renunciamientos espirituales

Aunque se reúnan todas las conferencias del mundo y se agrupen los jefes de Estado y los expertos, nada podrán cambiar. La enfermedad no está en el cuerpo. El cuerpo está enfermo porque lo está el alma. Es el alma la que tiene que curarse y purificarse. La verdaderamente grande y única revolución que está por hacerse es ésa: aun tan sólo las almas, llamadas por el amor del hombre y alimentadas por el amor de Dios podrá devolver al mundo él claro rostro y una mirada limpia a los ojos purificados por el agua serena de la entrega generosa. No hay opción: o revolución espiritual, o fracaso del siglo

Lo único que importa es la fe, la confianza ardiente, la ausencia total de egoísmo e individualismo, la tensión de todo el ser hacia el servicio, por ingrato que sea, en cualquier lugar, de todos modos, una causa que va más allá del hombre, preguntándole todo, prometiéndole nada

La sociedad de consumo convirtió a la humanidad en una inmensa multitud materialista a la cual la simple idea de sacrificio le hacía temblar. Las fiestas, la televisión, la avidez de tenerlo todo, de poder pagar todo lo que se ve, de no someterse nunca a ninguna moral limitativa, de incluso hartarse de los ancianos (carga pesada) o de los niños (obstáculos), han enviado a la civilización occidental al declive

Había soñado con un siglo de caballeros fuertes y nobles, dominadores de sí mismos antes que dominadores de otros. El ser humano se ha parapetado detrás de su propio egoísmo y de su propio placer. La virtud ha abandonado su canto natural, el aire está cargado de todas las negaciones morales y espirituales. Nosotros saldremos de este decaimiento sólo a través de una inmensa rectificación, reenseñando a los hombres a amar, a sacrificarse, a vivir, a luchar y a morir por un ideal superior. Contando sólo con la fe, la confianza ardiente, la ausencia completa de egoísmo e individualismo. Contando sólo con la calidad del alma, sus vibraciones, el don total, la voluntad de tener en alto y por encima de todo un ideal entre el desinterés más absoluto. Llega la hora de salvar el mundo, habrá necesidad del puño de los héroes y de los santos que harán la reconquista. Respirar, volver a creer en la virtud, la belleza, la bondad, el amor, sentirse bailando entre las olas, entre otras miles de velas hinchadas por el viento llevadas por un mismo soplo hacia una misma llamada. Cuando del mar dorado venga fluyendo toda esta blancura la revolución se pondrá en marcha levantada sobre la cúspide de esta flota de almas

No hay opción : o revolución espiritual o fracaso del siglo. La salvación del mundo está en la voluntad de las almas que tienen fe. Por esto, España mística, España de Santa Teresa y de San Juan de la Cruz, de San Francisco Javier, de San Ignacio, por esto, yo creo en tu misión junto a la cual tus pasajeras desgracias nada son; misión privilegiada entre todas: la de derramar en las almas en agonía la sangre de tu alma ardiente. Has conquistado una ancha parte del mundo confiando a la Virgen las velas de tus carabelas y clavando la Cruz en cada uno de los pedazos de tierra hallados por tus conquistadores y por tus monjes. Tu juventud es como un ejército de Cruzados ¡Español, hijo de Dios, sigue derecho tu camino! ¡El siglo te aguarda!

Cuando pensamos en lo que hemos sido capaces de hacer en el pasado, cuando pensamos que fueron las Cruzadas, esos miles de hombres que partieron para entregar la tumba de Cristo, ya no podemos desesperarnos de los hombres: son capaces de todos los esfuerzos

La salvación del mundo está en la voluntad de las almas que creen

La grandeza nunca es en vano. Las virtudes ganadas con dolor y sacrificio son más fuertes que el odio y la muerte. Como el sol que sale de las noches profundas, tarde o temprano brillarán

La alegría es el fuego de los corazones indomables y ningún contratiempo puede apagar sus corazones ardientes

Solo saldremos de esta decadencia con una inmensa rectificación moral, volviendo a enseñar a los hombres a amar, a sacrificarse, a vivir, a luchar y a morir por un ideal superior

Pervitin

Imagine that such a flood could emerge from a socialist revolution, my dear comrades. However, to Imagine that these unkempt, uncivilized types arriving from Mongolia, the plateaus of tibet or the depths of Siberia, could bring us any culture, civilization, or revival is pure madness! For if the Soviets break through Europe, the capital class is fucked! but you too, labor is fucked! I have decided to travel to all the factories today because it is not possible that capitalism wins! That the un-noble capital class remains united! For by the end of the war, we must be united! For united, we are strong and will destroy them!

indeed: more than five hundred National Socialists were murdered by the communists. Thousands were grievously injured. The SA was a volunteer, non-government organization

The European SS saw the new Europe in the form of three great components; central Europe as the power house of Europe, western Europe as the cultural heart of Europe and eastern Europe as the potential of Europe. Thus the Europe the SS envisioned was alive and real. Its six hundred million inhabitants would live from the North Sea to Vladivostok. It was in this span of 8,000 miles that Europe could achieve its destiny. A space for young people to start new lives. This Europe would be the beacon of the world. A remarkable racial ensemble. An ancient civilization, a spirtitual force and the most advanced technological and scientific complex. The SS prepared for the high destiny of Europe.

This time the war was really over. We were alive. God had saved us. My injuries themselves were a blessing. I spent months in a hospital bed, but I had kept my strength and my faith. I hadn't experienced the bitterness of falling uselessly into the hands of my enemies. I remained, a witness to my soldiers' deeds. I could defend them from the lies of adversarie~ insensible to heroism. I could tell of their epic on the Donets and the Don, in the Caucasus and at Cherkassy, in Estonia, at Stargard, on the Oder. One day the sacred names of our dead would be repeated with pride. Our people, hearing these tales of glory, would feel their blood quicken. And they would know their sons. Certainly we had been beaten. We had been dispersed and pursued to the four corners of the world. But we could look to the future with heads held high. History weighs the merit of men. Above worldly baseness, we had offered our youth against total immolation. We had fought for Europe, its faith, its civilization. We had reached the very height of sincerity and sacrifice. Sooner or later Europe and the world would have to recognize the justice of our cause and the purity of our gift. For hate dies, dies suffocated by its own stupidity and mediocrity, but grandeur is eternal. And we lived in grandeur.

To Arms for Europe Speech delivered at Paris, March 5, 1944, at the Palais de Chaillot It is no longer possible for these hundreds of thousands of men to be dead, borne by the most sublime virtues, so that we can then return to the dunghill of mediocrity, baseness, and vileness. The front creates not only the forces of salvation on the military ground, the revolutionary forces that will pass through everything tomorrow, but it prepares the revolution that is most necessary to Europe: the spiritual revolution. We need straight and pure men, who know that the highest joys of man are in the soul. We will no longer admit the mediocrity of souls, we will no longer admit that men live for sordid joys, for their egoism, in a narrow atmosphere. We want to raise. peoples, restore their appetite, greatness. We want people to have these sovereign joys to rise above everyday life. That is why, my dear comrades, we must be united. Europe set against communism, to defend our civilization, our spiritual patrimony and our old cities, must be united, and each people deserve its place, not by adding the past, but by giving the blood that is washing and who purifies. Europe must be united to realize, under the sign of the SS, the national socialist revolution, and to bring to souls, the revolution of souls.

The questions about frontiers, about material affairs didn't interest us very much. Living ceaselessly face to face with death, we came to understand to an intense degree the importance of spiritual forces. The front held only because at the front there were souls, souls which believed, which burned with ardor, which radiated strength. Our victories were won not only with weapons, but with virtues. The problems of the post-war period would be identical. Economic victories would not be enough. Political reorganizations would not be enough. A great moral redemption would be necessary, which would cleanse away the blemishes of our time, which would restore our souls with the fresh air of passion and of unconditional service. National revolution, yes. Social revolution, yes. European revolution, yes. But above all else a spiritual revolution a thousand times more necessary than external order, than external justice, than fraternity in words alone. The world emerging from the killing and the hatred of the war would need, first, pure hearts, believing in their mission, dedicating themselves to it, pure hearts in whom the masses could believe and to whom they could devote themselves.

I loved the life of a soldier, simple as could be, free of worldly concerns, ambitions, and interests. It had been months since I'd received the least bit of news of the scuffle of the Forum. The viperous swarm of office seekers, the temptations and dishonesties of the political arena sickened me. I preferred my filthy isba to the ministerial palaces, my worn trooper's jacket to the stifling comfort of middle class mediocrity. As I looked at the pure eyes of my soldiers, cleansed by sacrifice, I felt rising toward me the wholesome gift of their ideal. I gave them, from my side, all that burned in my heart.

all over Europe: the French, the famous Belgian-Walloon people under Leon Degrelle, the Dutch, Norwegians, the Croat Muslims with their ‘SS’ emblems on their fez hats, and so on and so on. There was a definite sense that Europe was united under the Reich, and an attack on France would be an attack on the whole structure.