Quotes About Philosophy

Totul e înghetat si tu esti risipitor de zîmbete.

To tell the truth, I couldn't care less about the relativity of knowledge, simply because the world does not deserve to be known.

I've never practiced a profession and have lived like a sort of student. I consider this my greatest success, my life hasn't been a failure because I succeeded in doing nothing.

I believe in the salvation of humanity, in the future of cyanide...

Bach's music is the only argument proving the creation of the Universe cannot be regarded a complete failure.

I have recommended you the dignity of skepticism: yet here I am, prowling around the Absolute. Technique of contradiction? Remember, rather, what Flaubert said: "I am a mystic and I believe in nothing".

If the waves were to start thinking, they would believe that they are moving forward, that they have a purpose, that they are working for the good of the sea, and they wouldn't fail to work out a philosophy as inane as their zeal.

Si atunci regreti de-a nu fi cunoscut mai multe iluzii pentru a te legana în amarul absentei lor.

Un zîmbet inepuizabil, pe spatiul unei lacrimi...

Once I had a "self"; now I am no more than an object.

No one has lived so close to his skeleton as I have lived to mine: from which results an endless dialogue and certain truths which I manage neither to accept nor to reject.

Cînd nu te mai simti deloc om si continui totusi a iubi, contradictia se mareste într-o suferinta nespusa, infernala.

God does not read.

Fiecare clip? este o groap?, neîndestul?tor de adânc?.

Sunt prea trist spre a fi n?scut pentru iubire!

When you meditate all day on the inopportuneness of birth, everything you plan and everything you perform seems pathetic, futile. You are like a madman who, cured, does nothing but think of the crisis from which he has emerged, the "dream" he has left behind; he keeps harking back to it, so that his cure is of no benefit to him whatever.

A conscious fruit fly would have to confront exactly the same difficulties, the same kind of insoluble problems as man.

If death is as horrible as is claimed, how is it that after the passage of a certain period of time we consider happy any being, friend or enemy, who has ceased to live?

In all the edifices of thought, I have found no category on which to rest my head. Whereas Chaos—there's a pillow!

En un mundo sin melancolía, los ruiseñores se pondrían a eructar.

Why don't I kill myself? If I knew exactly what keeps me from doing so, I should have no more questions to ask myself since I should have answered them all.

Am avut mereu aceeasi obsesie, pe tema inutilit??ii si a mor?ii, celelalte probleme n-au nicio importan??.

Our works, whatever they may be, derive from our incapacity to kill or to kill ourselves.

Nu pot fi fericiÅ£i decât oamenii care nu gândesc nimic, adic? aceia care gândesc numai cât trebuie vieÅ£ii.