Quotes About Philosophy

At the end of this day there remains what remained yesterday and what will remain tomorrow: the insatiable, unquantifiable longing to be both the same and other.

12. Se escrevo o que sinto é porque assim diminuo a febre de sentir. O que confesso não tem importância, pois nada tem importância Por: Bernado Soares In: Livro do Desassossego

Let others take up my madness And all that went with it. Without madness what is man But a healthy beast, A postponed corpse that breeds?

I have to choose what I detest – either dreaming, which my intelligence hates, or action, which my sensibility loathes; either action, for which I wasn't born, or dreaming, for which no one was born. Detesting both, I choose neither; but since I must on occasion either dream or act, I mix the two things together.

O único sentido íntimo das cousas É elas não terem sentido íntimo nenhum.  

Sim, eis o que os meus sentidos aprenderam sozinhos: — As cousas não têm significação: têm existência. As cousas são o único sentido oculto das cousas.

Entre mim e a vida há um vidro ténue. Por mais nitidamente que eu veja e compreenda a vida, eu não lhe posso tocar.

To choose ways of not acting was ever the concern and scruple of my life.

Life is the hesitation between an exclamation mark and a question mark. After doubt there is a full stop.

To live is to not think.

What does a river know about this and what does a tree know? And I, who am no more than those, what do I know? Every time I look at things and think about what men think about them, I laugh like how a brook sounds cool on a stone.

on the road halfway between faith and criticism stands the inn of reason. reason is faith in what can be understood without faith, but it's still a faith, since to understand presupposes that there's something understandable.

Toda a compreensão é imperfeita porque, quanto mais se expande, em maiores fronteiras confina com o incompreensível que a cerca.

And now I'm sleepy, because I think – I don't know why – that the meaning of it all is to sleep.

A consciência da insonsciência da vida é o mais antigo imposto à inteligência.

É talvez o último dia da minha vida. Saudei o sol, levantando a mão direita, Mas não o saudei, dizendo-lhe adeus, Fiz sinal de gostar de o ver antes: mais nada.

A Arte é, com efeito, o aperfeiçoamento subjectivo da vida.

Temos, todos que vivemos, Uma vida que é vivida E outra vida que é pensada, E a única vida que temos É essa que é dividida Entre a verdadeira e a errada.

Should you ask me if I'm happy, I'll answer that I'm not.

That's why I read, as a stranger, My being as if it were pages. Not knowing what will come And forgetting what has passed, I note in the margin of my reading What I thought I felt. Rereading, I wonder: "Was that me?" God knows, because he wrote it.

I find the present monotonous and absurd spectacle of the world outside me so completely lacking in value or nobility that I can scarcely conceive of it as being the world.

The divine fact of existing shouldn't be surrendered to the satanic fact of coexisting.

Omnia fui, nihil expedit – I have been everything, nothing is worth anything.

The only intellectual attitude worthy of a superior creature is a feeling of calm, cool compassion for everything that is not himself.