Quotes About Philosophy

Only a fool believes that life has but one meaning.

Things pass, but the essence remains. You sit, therefore, in the midst of a dream.

What should I do?' Coyote yelled. 'Cultivate philosophy and run like hell,' said Bear...

I have always been a sucker for ideas I find aesthetically pleasing.

What's truth, anyway? Truth is what you make it.

The great burning blossom squats, flowing, upon the limb of the world, excreting the ash of the world, and being none of these things I have named and at the same time all of them, and this is reality, the Nameless.

Few people can say of themselves that they are free of the belief that this world which they see around them is in reality the work of their own imagination. Are we pleased with it, proud of it, then?

I was tired of looking for sense where there wasn't any.

Debit me, one Memento Mori

Walk, first, through the fire, then philosophize...

He spent long hours meditating on the wisdom of loving living things which invariably ended up dead.

You know, Maneck, the human face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no room for crying.' 'What a nice saying,' he answered

Ishvar left the trunk he was packing on the verandah, and came in. He sat on the bed, putting his around him. You know, Maneck, the human face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no room for crying.

This endured absence is nothing more or less than forgetfulness. I am, intermittently, unfaithful. This is the condition of my survival.

All of a sudden it didn't bother me not being modern.

I live in my suffering and that makes me happy. Anything that keeps me from living in my suffering is unbearable to me.

I pass lightly through the reactionary darkness.

I ask for nothing but to live in my suffering.

As a general rule, desire is always marketable: we don't do anything but sell, buy, exchange desires. . . . And I think of Bloy's words: "there is nothing perfectly beautiful except what is invisible and above all unbuyable.

Man does not exist prior to language, either as a species or as an individual. We never encounter a state where man is separated from language, which he then elaborates in order to 'express' what is happening to him: it is language which teaches the definition of man, not the contrary.

Sartre) (The world is full without me, as in Nausea; the world plays at living behind a glass partition; the world is in an aquarium; I see everything close up and yet cut off, made of some other substance; I keep falling outside myself, without dizziness, without blue, into precision.

Socrates's daimon (the one who spoke first within him ) whispered to him: no. My daimon, on the contrary, is my stupidity: like the Nietzschean ass, I say yes to everything, in the field of my love.

mieux valent les leurres de la subjectivité que les impostures de l'objectivité.

mad I cannot be, sane I do not deign to be, neurotic I am.