Quotes About Philosophy

Cultivo el odio por la acción como una flor de invernadero. Presumo ante mí mismo de la propia disidencia mía de la vida.

Dormimos ali acordados dias, contentes de não ser nada, de não ter desejos nem esperanças, de nos termos esquecido da cor dos amores e do sabor dos ódios.

We're stories telling stories, (…)

The Gods are the incarnation of what we can never be. The weariness of all hypotheses …

There's metaphysics enough in not thinking about anything.

Eu não tenho filosofia: tenho sentidos... Se falo na Natureza não é porque saiba o que ela é, Mas porque a amo, e amo-a por isso, Porque quem ama nunca sabe o que ama Nem sabe porque ama, nem o que é amar... Amar é a eterna inocência, E a única inocência é não pensar...

Kendimizi tan?d?kça yan?lg?lara düÅŸeriz, kendini tan? diyen kahin, Herakles'in iÅŸlerinden daha zor bir iÅŸ, Sfenks'inkinden daha karanl?k bir bilmece atm?? oluyordu ortaya.

A dandy in spirit, he paraded the art of dreaming through the pure happenstance of existence.

I do not even know whether I am the one living it or if my life is living me (if we allow that empty word 'live' to mean whatever it wants to), and I should not really swear to anything at all.

Pasar de los fantasmas de la fe a los espectros de la razón es solamente cambiar de celda.

But I also see that in order to flee from all this I must either master it or repudiate it. I do not master it because I cannot rise above reality and I do not repudiate it because, whatever I may dream, I always remain exactly where I am.

No le he pedido a la vida sino que no me pidiese nada.

To think of our greatest anxiety as an insignificant event, not only in the life of the universe but also in the life of our own soul, is the beginning of wisdom.

Not even I know if this I that I'm disclosing to you, in these meandering pages, actually exists or is but a fictitious, aesthetic concept I've made of myself.

No soy nada. Nunca seré nada. No puedo querer ser nada. Aparté de esto, tengo en mí todos los sueños del mundo.

Those of us who are curious about life, let us peer out of every door and window, in the weary foreknowledge that we will see nothing new or beautiful.

Who knows for what supreme forces – gods or demons of Truth in whose shadow we roam – I may be nothing but a shiny fly that alights in front of them for a moment or two? A facile hypothesis? Trite observation? Philosophy with no real thought? Maybe. But I didn't think: I felt. It was carnally, directly, with profound and dark horror that I made this ludicrous comparison.

To think is to destroy.

We are eternal travelers of ourselves, and the only landscape that exists is what we are. We possess nothing, because we do not even possess ourselves. We have nothing because we are nothing. What hands will I reach out to what universe? The universe is not mine: it is me.

La vida es, en fin, para los indefinidos; sólo pueden convivir quienes nunca se definen, y son nadie los unos para los otros.

M? întind cât sunt eu de lung în iarba p?mântului Åži uit tot ce alÅ£ii m-au înv??at. Înv???tura nu mi-a Å£inut niciodat? nici de cald,nici de frig. Cele despre care mi s-a spus c? exist? nu au modificat vreodat? forma care sunt. Ceea ce am fost înv??at s? v?d nu a atins niciodat? ochii mei.

Nu ÅŸtiu ce înseamn? s? m? cunosc.Nu m? v?d pe dinl?untru.Nu cred c? eu exist undeva înd?r?tul meu.

V?d absenÅ£a semnificaÅ£iei din toate lucrurile. V?d asta ÅŸi m? iubesc,c?ci a fi un lucru înseamn? a nu semnifica nimic. A fi un lucru înseamn? a nu fi susceptibil de interpretare.

If there's no earth in heaven, then let's not bother with heaven. Far better for everything to turn out to be nothing and for this plotless novel to end there.