Quotes About Philosophy

The universe isn't mine: it's me. 139

But if God is the flowers and trees And hills and sun and moon, Then why should I call him God? I'll call him flowers and trees and hills and sun and moon.

I also have my crochet. It dates from when I began to think. Stitch on stitch forming a whole without a whole … A cloth, and I don't know if it's for a garment or for nothing. A soul, and I don't know if it's for feeling or living. What

A verdade, se ela existe, Ver-se-á que só consiste Na procura da verdade, Porque a vida é só metade.

Since all stoicism is really just a harsher form of epicureanism, I want as far as possible to enjoy my misfortune.

Se um homem escreve bem só quando está bêbado dir-lhe-ei: embebede-se. E se ele me disser que o seu fígado sofre com isso, respondo: o que é o seu fígado? É uma coisa morta que vive enquanto você vive, e os poemas que escrever vivem sem enquanto.

Así vivo, en visión pura, el exterior animado de las cosas y los seres, indiferente como un dios de otro mundo, a su contenido-espíritu. Sólo profundizo en la superficie y en lo exterior, y cuando ansío la profundidad la busco en mí y en mi concepto de las cosas.

Todos los movimientos y las intenciones de la vida, desde la vida sencilla de los pulmones hasta la construcción de ciudades y el trazado de fronteras de imperios, los considero como una somnolencia, cosas como sueños o descansos pasadas involuntariamente en el intervalo entre una realidad y otra realidad, entre un día y otro día del Absoluto.

A tedium that includes the expectation of nothing but more tedium; a regret, right now, for the regret I'll have tomorrow for having felt regret today – huge confusions with no point and no truth, huge confusions…

Eu nu m? plâng de lume.Nu protestez în numele universului.Nu sunt pesimist.Eu suf?r ÅŸi plâng,dar nu ÅŸtiu dac? ceea ce exist? în general e suferin??,nici nu ÅŸtiu dac? e omeneÅŸte s? suferi.Suf?r,îns? nu ÅŸtiu dac? pe bun? dreptate.Eu nu sunt pesimist,sunt trist.

Pertenezco a una generación que ha heredado el descreimiento en la fe cristiana y que ha creado en sí misma un descreimiento en todas las demás fes.

Exist? destul? metafizic? în a nu te gândi la nimic.

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

I was not meant for reality, it was life that sought me out.

I like to think, because I know it won't be long before I stop thinking.

And all religions put together teach no more than the candy shop.

Death is what we are and what we live. We are born dead, we deadly exist, and we are already dead when we enter Death. Whatever lives, lives because it changes; it changes because it passes; and, because it passes, it dies. Whatever lives is constantly transforming into something else – it continually denies itself, it perpetually evades life. Life is thus an interval, a link, a relation, but a relation between what has passed and what will pass, a dead interval between Death and Death.

Seeing the immanent futility of all forms of action was, from childhood on, one of my favorite means of detaching myself even from myself.

To go from the phantoms of faith to the ghosts of reason is merely to change cells.

Men and objects share a common abstract destiny: to be of equally insignificant value in the algebra of life's mystery.

Uzeo ga, pa vratio, Nil veliki, ve?ni.

Tudo que nos cerca se torna parte de nós, se nos infiltra na sensação da carne e da vida, e, baba da grande Aranha, nos liga subtilmente ao que está perto, enleando-nos num leito leve de morte lenta, onde baloiçamos ao vento. Tudo é nós, e nós somos tudo; mas de que serve isto, se tudo é nada?

For superior men, life should be a dream that spurns confrontations.

Ali pod usnom led ipak zna?i: umro je mili.