Quotes About Philosophy

There is only one god, death and there is only one thing you say to him, not today. -Syrio Forell

As well ask what good is life, what good is death? If the day comes when you would find me again, give that coin to any man from Braavos, and say these words to him—valar morghulis.

Do dead man dream? The dead themselves are silent on the matter

valar morghulis valar doeharis

Good and evil are silly lies, nonsense put forth to plague honest sensible men.

Archmaester Rigney once wrote that history is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging. What has happened before will perforce happen again, he said.

If life was worthless, what was death?

How can I lose something I have never owned?

He wondered how many lives had been snuffed out by that fart.

One day all men must die, but it serves no good to dwell on death. I prefer to take each day as it comes.

Se la vita non valeva nulla, quanto poteva valere la morte?

What if I am? It seems to me that most men are grey." "If half of an onion is black with rot, it is a rotten onion.

Aastasadu on Tsitadelli mehed surnukehi lahanud, et uurida elu olemust. Mina tahtsin mõista surma olemust ja lahkasin seepärast elusaid mehi.

Oh, sí, hay muchas cosas que no comprendemos. Pasan los años, cientos, miles, ¿y qué ve un hombre en su vida? Unos pocos veranos, unos pocos inviernos. Miramos las montañas y decimos que son eternas, así nos lo parecen... pero, en el curso del tiempo, las montañas se alzan y caen, cambia el curso de los ríos, mueren estrellas en el cielo y grandes ciudades se hunden debajo del mar. Incluso los dioses mueren. Todo cambia.

Speaking for the grotesques," he said, "I beg to differ. Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

Valar morghulis," said Missandei, in High Valyrian. "All men must die," Dany agreed,

We look at mountains and call them eternal, and so they seem … but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, stars fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea. Even gods die, we think. Everything changes.

Death is not the worst thing," the kindly man replied. "It is His gift to us, an end to want and pain.

I would rather believe that God did not exist than believe that He was indifferent.

Experience seems to most of us to lead to conclusions, but empiricism has sworn never to draw them.

An ideal cannot wait for its realization to prove its validity.

The little word is has its tragedies; it marries and identifies different things with the greatest innocence; and yet no two are ever identical, and if therein lies the charm of wedding them and calling them one, therein too lies the danger. Whenever I use the word is, except in sheer tautology, I deeply misuse it; and when I discover my error, the world seems to fall asunder and the members of my family no longer know one another.

Theory helps us bear our ignorance of facts.

Music is essentially useless, as is life.