Quotes About Philosophy

Yesterday you asked me what the purpose of life is. I've thought about that ever since. I think it's to do good no matter what life throws at you, to not let the pain turn you bitter. It's something we have to learn, something we have to make ourselves become.

A friend of mine once told me 'For people like us, the meaning is the search for the meaning.

Tomorrow never happens. It's all the same fucking day, man.

Sure one could argue the naturalist's case that the mind experiences an external reality in which it participates. But how can this account really satisfy us, Olga? One could equally well argue that all experiences is highly subjective, that the only thing we really have is the image, the smell, the taste, and all of our assertions about the universe are constructions of the human mind.

Our propositions are true if they have the same structure as the world. Truth is a correspondence through structure.

Life is a mighty joke that is not meant to be funny."

If man has no tea in him, he is incapable of understanding truth and beauty.

His classes... had committed mutiny. The simplest, most innocent concepts turned overnight into enemies, capable of triggering full system shutdown. Light is not light but energy. A person will never see his own face, just its reflection, or a photograph of it. Brain waves are more active during dreams than waking life. Roses don't smell beautiful; they smell like ripe fruit, which is good for survival, and so they're defined as beautiful in our aesthetic beliefs.

Kysymys : Miksi on enemmän kaneja kuin oravia? Vastaus : Yrittäisit itse nussia puussa.

I want to create a seventeen-syllable word that encompasses the human condition, and then use that word to form the world's most perfect haiku.

College took Elizebeth's innate tendency to doubt and gave it a structure, a justification. At Wooster and Hillsdale she discovered poetry and philosophy, two methods of exploring the unknown, two scalpels for carving up fact and thought.

A course on philosophy introduced her to a new hero, the Renaissance scholar Erasmus, who "believed in one aristocracy—the aristocracy of intellect," she wrote in a paper. "He had one faith—faith in the power of thought, in the supremacy of ideas." Elizebeth, a smart person from a working-class family, found this concept liberating: the measure of a person was her ideas, not her wealth or her command of religious texts.

There's a beauty to imperfection. This is the essence of the Japanese principle of wabi-sabi.

Human life spans, regrettably, were a couple of centuries too short for patience to stop being a virtue and become a habit.

Parkour is never meant to be a competitive sport, but more of a training technique for the body and mind.

Dee and his contemporaries quested for nothing less than Total Knowledge—and all sciences were thought to be reflections of, and ways to ascend back to, the mind of God.

Together, all four now subscribed to a set of teachings that boiled down to "the law of nonresistance," as they described it—fundamentally, making the best of the current moment.

Sorry," [Hamlet] said, rubbing his temples. "I don't know what came over me. All of a sudden I had this overwhelming desire to talk for a very long time without actually doing anything.

Growth purely for its own sake is the philosophy of cancer.

A not complete unit or a new unit. The elements in the 3 parts should neither fit nor not fit together. One would like not to be led. Avoid the idea of a puzzle which could be solved. Remove the signs of thought. It is not thought which needs showing.

My truth - what I believe - is that there are no answers here and, if you are looking for answers, you'd better choose the question carefully.

What remains mysterious, or even enigmatic are those two words "nothing more," " pas davantage " in French.

Vivir en el engaño es fácil, y aún más, es nuestra condición natural, y por eso no debería dolernos tanto'.

What happened is the least of it. It's a novel, and once you've finished a novel, what happened in it is of little importance and soon forgotten. What matter are the possibilities and ideas that the novelist's imaginary plot communicates to us and infuses us with, a plot that we recall far more vividly than real events and to which we pay far more attention.