Quotes About Philosophy

I love language as I love life itself!

[S]he believed that the Buddhists were right–that if you want, you will suffer; if you love, you will grieve. (68)

It is only necessary to know that love is a direction and not a state of the soul. If one is unaware of this, one falls to despair at the first onslaught of affliction.

One should part from life as Odysseus parted from Nausicaa-blessing it rather than in love with it.

Those thinkers who cannot believe in any gods often assert that the love of humanity would be in itself sufficient for them; and so, perhaps, it would, if they had it.

Pain and love - the whole of life, in short - cannot be looked on as a disease just because they make us suffer.

Why must love always be accompanied--sooner or later--by sorrow and pain? Why not? Because pure bliss is for pure idiots.

Losing love is so rich a philosophical ordeal that it makes a hairdresser into a rival of Socrates.

The message of love is self-acceptance in the smaller sense and self-acceptance in the large sense - the Self as eternity.

There should be a balance between material and spiritual progress, a balance achieved through the principles based on love and compassion.

The affairs of music ought, somehow, to terminate in the love of the beautiful.

A serious person can never be innocent, and one who is innocent can never be serious.

I love history, cultural and religious studies, philosophy, photography and traveling.

Whether you think of it as heavenly or as earthly, if you love life immortality is no consolation for death.

In my great melancholy, I loved life, for I love my melancholy.

Once I dreamed I was a butterfly, and now I no longer know whether I am Chuang Tzu, who dreamed I was a butterfly, or whether I am a butterfly dreaming that I am Chuang Tzu.

You want to love everyone equally, and that's worse than impossible--it's wrong.

Love is like life-merely longer.

To feel that life is meaningless unless "I" can be permanent is like having fallen desperately in love with an inch.

I love those who do not first seek a reason beyond the stars for going down and being sacrifices, but sacrifice themselves to the earth, that the earth of the Superman may hereafter arrive.

I love him who liveth in order to know, and seeketh to know in order that the Superman may hereafter live. Thus seeketh he his own down-going.

I love good sense above all, perhaps because I have none.

The soul yearns to fly home on the wings of love to the world of ideas. It longs to be freed from the chains of the body.

If nothing were substituted for everything, it would still be too much and too little.