Quotes About Philosophy

Verily, love is death, and death is life to come.

My three-dimensional mind thinks all this 'real,' a history; where at most it is a geography, a partial [62] set of infinite aspects.

By doing certain things certain results will follow. Students are most earnestly warned against attributing objective reality or philosophical validity to any of them.

Kin to them are the "once-born" of William James, who are incapable of philosophy, magick, or even religion, but seek instinctively a refuge from the horror of contemplating Nature, which they do not comprehend, in soothing-syrup affirmations such as those of Christian Science, Spiritualism, and all the sham 'occult' creeds, as well as the emasculated forms of so-called Christianity.

Quizá le parezca raro que me haya mostrado tan dispuesta a aceptarlo así, en seguida. ¿Sabe a qué se debe? Se debe a que, ante la perspectiva de vivir menos que los demás, me he propuesto vivir más deprisa.

As horas que crescem no lado direito dos relógios devem ser esticadas com ajuda da preguiça, pois são elas as que mais seguramente levam para a morte.

He always clothed his thoughts in elegant expressions, for a word said well was akin to a gold apple in a goblet of transparent sardonyx, and that was why the words of the wise were as sharp as needles, and as strong as nails, and their creators were all from the same stock.

in great wisdom there was great sadness, and that he who multiplied knowledge also multiplied grief.

Nereye varacak bu politik materyalizmin sonu? Bu gidi?e dur demenin zaman? geldi art?k!

We are full of words whose true meaning we haven't been taught, and one of those words is suffering. Another is the word death. We don't know what they mean, but we use them, and this is a mystery.

Debo comunicarle una cosa muy importante, monsieur, todos damos asco. Somos todos maravillosos, y todos damos asco.

Poi prevalse la consapevolezza che la vita è sostanzialmente incoerente e la prevedibilità dei fatti una illusoria consolazione.

Das Spinngewebe seiner Seele war wieder zu einer Falle für jene sonderbaren Fliegen geworden, die man Ideen nennt.

cela faisait sans doute bien longtemps qu'elle ne craignait plus l'irruption de l'absurde dans la géométrie du bon sens.

vždy mal na sebe sako a kravatu, lebo tvrdil, že knihy treba reÅ¡pektovaÃ…Â¥, vÅ¡etky, aj tie mizerné.

Così, ben prima che in Dio, crediamo nell'uomo – e solo questo, all'inizio, è la fede.

Siamo gente schizofrenica, che al mattino ragione come Hegel, e dopo pranzo si muta in pesce, e respira con le branchie.

C'était au reste un de ces hommes qui aiment assister à leur propre vie, considérant comme déplacée toute ambition de la vivre. On aura remarqué que ceux-là contemplent leur destin à la façon dont la plupart des autres contemplent une journée de pluie.

He said it softly, because he didn't believe, ever, that the truth was good for anything.

Distant wrongs, she thought: an interesting issue in moral philosophy. Do past wrongs seem less wrong to us simply because they are less vivid?

Mr. J.L.B Matekoni, she asked, do you think that our souls grow as we get older? He did not answer immediately, but when he did, she thought his answer quite perfect. Yes, he said. Our souls get wider. They grow like the branches of a tree--growing outwards. And more birds come and make their homes in these branches. And sing a bit more. He stopped and looked a little awkward. I'm talking nonsense, Mma. You're not, she said.

Simple questions--and simple answers--were what we needed in life. That was what Mma Ramotswe believed. Yes.

There were plenty of people who did not really believe in God, but who wanted to believe in him, and said that they did. Some people said that these people were foolish, that they were hypocritical, but Mma Ramotswe was not so sure about that. If something, or somebody, could help you to get through life, to lead a life that was good and purposeful, did it matter all that much if that thing or that person did not exist? She thought it did not—not in the slightest bit. BY

What is beauty, she thought, but the promise of happiness, as Stendhal said it was?