Quotes About Philosophy

In my way I must be a fighter, since I have not succumbed to my ruminations.

Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?

When you know quite absolutely that everything is unreal, you then cannot see why you should take the trouble to prove it.

I seriously ask myself, What is the meaning of all this? Why raise questions, throw lights, or see shadows? Wouldn't it be better if I buried my tears in the sand on a seashore in utter solitude? But I never cried, because my tears have always turned into thoughts. And my thoughts are as bitter as tears.

To exist is to profit by our share of unreality, to be quickened by each contact with the void that is within.

The wise man consents to everything, for he identifies himself with nothing. An opportunist without desires.

knows it is necessary, knows that we cannot do without anxiety once we have known it.

Todo lo que no tiende a la pureza de la nada está embebido de una feroz vulgaridad

feeling of being everything and the evidence of being nothing.' I happened across this phrase in my youth, and was overwhelmed by it. Everything I felt in those days, and everything I would feel from then on, was summed up in this extraordinary banal formula, the synthesis of expansion and failure, ecstasy and impasse. Most often it is not in a paradox but in a truism that a revelation appears.

Che umiliazione dover assistere all'estinzione dei nostri deliri! Dov'è il folle che ero?

Anyone may now and then have the sense of occupying only a point and a moment; to have such a sense day and night, hour by hour, is less frequent, and it is from this experience, this datum, that one turns toward nirvana or sarcasm--or toward both at once.

Ennui is the martyrdom for those who live and die for no belief

Better to be an animal than a man, an insect than an animal, a plant than an insect, and so on.

I feel I am free but I know I am not.

No position is so false as having understood and still remaining alive.

So what! He exists. If he had given birth to books, if he had had the misfortune to 'realize' himself, we wouldn't have been talking about him the last hour.

I knew nothingness by heart, and I accepted my knowledge.

So long as man is protected by madness, he functions and flourishes; but when he frees himself from the fruitful tyranny of fixed ideas, he is lost, ruined.

We have always been dying, and yet death has lost none of its freshness, its originality. Herein lies the secret of secrets.

It's not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.

I have always lived with the awareness of the impossibility of living.

It's already in the past," he says about all he achieves, even as he achieves it, thereby forever destitute of the present.

reality" falls within the province of lunacy.

How difficult it is to dissolve oneself in Being!