Quotes About Philosophy

The way you see your life shapes your life.

Nothing could be kept, he thought, everything ran through one's fingers like sand or water. Or time. Perhaps nothing should be kept. A monkish thought that he dismissed.

William Morris that you should have nothing in your house that you didn't know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.

Maybe we're all the living dead, reconstituted from the dust of the dead.

Hegelian synthesis. Dualism

It means acceptance. Whatever happens to you, embrace it, the good and the bad equally. Death is just one more thing to be embraced, I suppose.

It was impossible to instruct on the subject of beauty, of course. It simply was.

You did not need a God (Sylvie was an unconfessed atheist) to believe in sin.

Of course, I don't believe in God,' Dr Kellet said. 'But I believe in heaven. One has to

of course, i don´t believe in god; Dr Kellet said. but i believe in heaven. one has to.

anthroposophy, spiritualism. Everyone needs to make sense

Or was it, as everyone told her, and as she must believe, all in her head? And so what if it was—wasn't everything in her head real too? What if there was no demonstrable reality? What if there was nothing beyond the mind? Philosophers "came to grips" with this problem a long time ago, Dr.

Life's too short," she said. There were days when Jackson thought life was too long.

Love of fate?' 'It means acceptance. Whatever happens to you, embrace it, the good and the bad equally. Death is just one more thing to be embraced, I suppose.

Forget typing," Pamela wrote from Leeds, "you should read philosophy at university, you have the right kind of mind for it. Like a terrier with a terrifically tedious bone.")

other. I managed to read one that said. 'What's a superego?' Written down, it looked very odd, like a sauce for spaghetti or a musical tempo mark – spiritoso, sforzando, superego. My headache was growing worse. I wished I had an Anadin (a rather poetic cry of pain). I was too tired to concentrate.

You can't have it both ways," one of her girlfriends said. "Tough and tender, men are like steaks, it's one or the other." Tough and tender, a contradiction in terms, Hegelian synthesis.

Thérèse had not reached the age of thirty-five without learning that life presents many insurmountable obstacles which must be accepted, whether with the callousness of philosophy, the revolt of weakness or the dignity of self-respect.

He talked of the old college days when he and Gaston had been a good deal to each other; of the days of keen and blind ambitions and large intentions. Now there was left with him, at least, a philosophic acquiescence to the existing order--only a desire to be permitted to exist, with now and then a little whiff of genuine life, such as he was breathing now.

Now there was left with him, at least, a philosophic acquiescence to the existing order—only a desire to be permitted to exist, with now and then a little whiff of genuine life, such as he was breathing now.

GeçmiÅŸ hiç yaÅŸanmam?? gibiydi... Yaln?zca bu an?n anlam? vard?, yaln?zca bu an onundu...

He] had the soul of a poet, and because of this, he liked very much to consider questions that had no answers.

Sometimes there are no reasons. Often, most of the time, there are no reasons. The world cannot be explained.

If he was dead, well, that was interesting, too.