Quotes About Philosophy

The way I see it, she continued, is that some things are just meant to be the way they are.

I don't know, I said. Maybe you're right, and all that stuff I think I missed is overrated. Why should I even bother? What's the point really? He thought for a moment. Who says there has to be a point? he asked. Or a reason. Maybe it's just something you have to do. He moved down to start bagging while I just stood there, letting this sink in. Just something you have to do. No excuse or rationale necessary. I kind of like that.

But you take what you get in this world. What else can you do?

The way I see it," she continued, "is that some things are just meant to be the way they are.

such volumes of philosophy had the air of old men about them: venerable but having lost the energy to influence a world that had moved on from them.

Man is not born to be happy.

It's interesting said Jack. What is? You believe in God. he said. You just don't believe that God is good.

In America, on the ordinate plane of faith versus reason, the x-axis of faith intersects with the y-axis of reason at the zero point of I don't give a damn what you think.

In the gravedigger scene in act V, Hamlet looks upon an anonymous skull and jokes that even Alexander the Great decomposed into dust that could have been used to plug a beer barrel. But when Hamlet is shown this skull of his old friend Yorick, the prince becomes unspeakably sentimental and sad because he knew him.

I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have been dragged through I don't know how many consciences.

That's what existence means: draining one's own self dry without the sense of thirst.

Ik begreep opeens dat er geen tussenweg was tussen niet-bestaan en deze weemakende overdadigheid. Als je bestond, moest je *bestaan tot op dat punt*, tot aan de verschimmeling, het zwellen, tot aan de obsceniteit. In een andere wereld behouden cirkels, melodieën, hun zuivere, strakke lijnen. Maar het bestaan is een aftakelingsproces.

A human being who wakened in the morning with a queesy stomach, with fifteen hours to kill before next bedtime, had not much use for freedom.

Hell is other people

Lo que me asombra es sentirme tan triste y tan cansado.

Cada instante aparece para traer los siguientes. Me aferro a cada instante con toda el alma; sé que es único, irremplazable, y sin embargo no movería un dedo para impedir su aniquilación.

Lo que pasa es que rara vez pienso; entonces sin darme cuenta, se acumula en mí una multitud de pequeñas metamorfosis, y un buen día se produce una verdadera revolución. Es lo que ha dado a mi vida este aspecto desconcertante, incoherente.

En el fondo, ¿qué busco? No sé.

El tiempo es demasiado ancho, no se deja llenar. Todo lo que uno sumerge en él se ablanda y se estira.

Ya no puedo recibir de estas soledades trágicas nada más que un poco de pureza vacía.

Siempre muere uno demasiado pronto...o demasiado tarde.

Existence is prior to essence.

I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity.

Ela não tem amizade por mim. Nem ternura. Nem estima. Ela me ama, simplesmente: qual de nós dois é o pior?