Quotes About Philosophy

Merülj el a rejtélyben, Szókratész! Bízz benne! Felejtsd el, amit gondolsz, hogy minek kellene és minek nem kellene lennie, és ismét megtalálod a hited.

I think I understand, Socrates." "Don't you mean you understand you think?" he smiled. I

Life is a sea that brings waves of change, welcome or not. As the warrior-emperor Marcus Aurelius wrote, "Time is a river of passing events. No sooner is one thing brought to sight than it's swept away, and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away." The Buddha, leaving behind both his protected childhood and ascetic renunciation, and having attained illumination, observed, "Everything that begins also ends. Make peace with this and all will be well.

A philosopher/mathematician named Bertrand Russell who lived and died in the same century as Gass once wrote: "Language serves not only to express thought but to make possible thoughts which could not exist without it." Here is the essence of mankind's creative genius: not the edifices of civilization nor the bang-flash weapons which can end it, but the words which fertilize new concepts like spermatazoa attacking an ovum.

Francis Crozier believes in nothing. Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short . It has no plan, no point, no hidden mysteries that make up for the oh-so-obvious miseries and banalities. Nothing he has learned in the past six months has persuaded him otherwise. Has it?

God is the creature, not the creator.

We are created for precisely this sort of suffering. In the end, it is all we are, these limpid tide pools of self-consciousness between crashing waves of pain.

Can God play a significant game with his own creature? Can any creator, even a limited one, play a significant game with his own creature?

In the end, it is all we are, these limpid tide pools of self-consciousness between crashing waves of pain. We are destined and designed to bear our pain with us, hugging it tight to our bellies like the young Spartan thief hiding a wolf cub so it can eat away our insides.

Philosophical poetry by moonlight was all right, but guns that shot straight and true were a necessity.

If there is a God, I thought, it's a painkiller.

Words are the supreme objects. They are minded things.

For our race to achieve the true satori, for us to move to that next level of consciousness and evolution that so many of our philosophies proclaim, all facets of human endeavor must become conscious strivings for art.

Human philosophy tends to shake down into values which might be categorized as intellectual, religious, moral, and aesthetic.

Dad," said Rachel, "I'm going to ask you a question I've asked about a million times since I was two. Do you believe in God?" Sol had not smiled. He had no choice but to give her the answer he had given her a million times. "I'm waiting to," he said.

There has to be more than this," I said. The doctor looked up from his grim work with a bemused smile. "Is there?" he said. "Please show me." He lifted the man's heart and seemed to weigh it in one hand.

I love life, Eleanor. It is that simple. Had I the choice, I would live forever, accepting pain and loss as my due and learning--across time--even to appreciate the sharp seasoning of this sadness.

Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering." Oh, Fanny, if only you knew! We are created for precisely this sort of suffering. In the end, it is all we are, these limpid tide pools of self-consciousness between crashing waves of pain.

We are created precisely for this type of suffering. In the end, it is all we are, these limpid tide pools of self-consciousness between crashing waves of pain. We are destined and designed to bear our pain with us, hugging it tight to our bellies like the young Spartan thief hiding a wolf cub so it can eat away our insides.

Language serves not only to express thought but to make possible thoughts which could not exist without it.

Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.

I did not know if androids could dream—

As a flame blown out by the wind Goes to rest and cannot be defined So the wise man freed from individuality Goes to rest and cannot be defined. Gone beyond all images— Gone beyond the power of words.

A lesser light asked Ummon Are there multiple futures> Ummon answered Does a dog have fleas>]