Quotes About Philosophy

to be, or not to be?

the Buddhist philosophy means by "letting go of attachment." It's similar to the Christian concept, "God's will be done.

L'uomo fa progetti e Dio ride. Che cazzo di stupido aforisma è? Vuol dire che Lui è uno stronzo? Che fine ha fatto L'uomo fa progetti e Dio fa del Suo meglio perché questi progetti si realizzino? In quale religione c'è un'espressione del genere?

Remember your grandfather's last words, Jonah would tell his children: Life is nothing more than a little why.

15. "Master Filippus believes that three disciplines define us as humans," Miri said while they walked to the peat pits. "History, Philosophy, and Poetry. History is human memory, the examination of what came before us. Philosophy is human reason, or an attempt to make sense of what is. Poetry is human imagination, seeking to express what is, even while dreaming of what might be. History, Philosophy, and Poetry—that's what sets humans apart from animals.

Would you prefer being baked to death under the sun or eaten alive by ants?

N.B. This quotation is a paraphrase of a much older quote by Aristotle, which see.

I'm not sure what there is to say. Everything? Or nothing.

and certainly the tenor of the

The universe—this no more than that other—gives so few gifts. Remember that they are treasure.

Have faith, old heart. What is living, anyway, but dying.

We long for permanence but everything in the known universe is transient. That's a fact but one we fight.

If there is no god, what is left but science? What is left to endow us with any grace? You can tell me the chemical makeup of my skin and my brain, but how can you explain away my soul? And if there is no god to watch over me, chastise me, grieve for me, rejoice for me, make me fear, and make me wonder, what am I but a collection of metals and liquids with nothing to celebrate about my daily living?

It's as if they take all our questions and offer them straight back: Who are you? Why are you here? What do you want?

What's the point?" I asked even though I didn't expect an answer. He shook his head. "I don't know. Power." He took a drag on the cigarette. "To what end?

Za ženske se ?as vedno izteka. Medtem ko moški menda živijo v kraljestvu brez?asja. V razsežnosti moških ni ?asa - zgolj prostor. Samo pomisli, da bi živela v kraljestvu prostora in ne ?asa!

I wished to have the time to put together a world view, but there was never enough time, and also, those who had it, seemed to have had it from a very young age, they didn't begin it at forty.

The other night out at the bars, I learned that Nietzsche wrote on a typewriter. It is unbelievable to me, and I no longer feel that his philosophy has the same validity or aura of truth that it formerly did. No other detail of his life situating him so squarely in the modern age could have affected me as much as learning this. He typed Zarathustra? Goddamnit, the man had no more connection to the truth than a stenographer!

What was so odd was that quite a lot of people, not just sheep but highly intelligent people, did apparently believe it. T. S. Eliot, for instance. Or Eddington—in fact, quite a few physicists, the very last people one would expect to be taken in by it. Philosophers, too. Was it possible—was there any chance—that there was more to it than I had thought? No, certainly not. Of course not! Still, it was odd. Damned odd.

How strange that we cannot love time. It spoils our loveliest moments. Nothing quite comes up to expectations because of it. We alone: animals, so far as we can see, are unaware of time, untroubled. Time is their natural environment. Why do we sense that it is not ours?

If you've never met a student from the University of Chicago, I'll describe him to you. If you give him a glass of water, he says, "This is a glass of water. But is it a glass of water? And if it is a glass of water, why is it a glass of water?" And eventually he dies of thirst.

The Bible tries to make humans not animals the whole time. I think it's a bit of a mistake.

Early on, he'd learned to enjoy simple things, things that couldn't be bought, and he had a hard time understanding people who felt otherwise.

I've been lucky to have a beautiful wife and children. The idea that something so beautiful can be so horrific at the same time. Beauty is a complex thing.