Quotes About Philosophy

My faculty for disappointment surpasses understanding.

If I used to ask myself, over a coffin: "What good did it do the occupant to be born?", I now put the same question about anyone alive.

At this precise moment, no reproach proceeding from men or gods can affect me: I have as good a conscience as if I had never existed.

Since it is words that bind us to things, we cannot detach ourselves from things unless we first break with words.

Parmenides. Nowhere do I perceive the Being he exalts, and fail to see myself in his sphere, which includes no fault, no place for me.

I breathe in my fashion.

At this very moment, I am suffering—as we say in French, j'ai mal.

After the Spanish publication of the 'Précis,' two Andalusian students asked me if it was possible to live without 'fundamentación.' I answered that it was true that I had found no solid basis anywhere and that I had nonetheless managed to endure, for with the years one got used to everything, even vertigo. Then, too, one does not constantly keep watch and interrogate oneself, absolute lucidity being incompatible with breathing.

Each time I catch myself assigning some importance to things, I incriminate my mind, I challenge it and suspect it of some weakness, of some depravity.

todos los males de la vida vienen de una «concepción de la vida».

Our self-knowledge annoys and paralyzes our daimon—this is where we should look for the reason Socrates wrote nothing.

When there is no longer anyone to talk to, at last we will be as we were before stooping to a name.

Il semplice fatto di esistere è talmente grave che, a paragone, Dio non è che un mero trastullo.

I try to wrest myself from everything, to raise myself by uprooting myself; in order to become futile, we must sever our roots, must become metaphysically alien.

To suffer is the supreme modality of taking the world seriously.

Wisdom? Never was any period so free of it—in other words, never was man more himself: a being refractory to wisdom.

La desproporción entre la infinitud del mundo y la finitud del hombre es un serio motivo de desesperación;

Everything is unique—and insignificant.

Senza?ii de avorton—?i senza?ia unui dumnezeu—, altele n-am cunoscut. Punct ?i infinit, dimensiunile mele, modurile mele de existen??.

The salutary or awkward consequences of what he thinks matter little to the man who questions himself at hours when others are the prey of sleep.

I am both wound and knife"—that is our absolute, our eternity.

Zi dup? zi, m? târ?sc pe o bucat? de spaÈ›iu, la marginea Universului, în mijlocul unei infinit??i de cuvinte nepronunÈ›ate.

Nu am dureri de cap, ci mai r?u: o ap?sare permanent? pe creier, o not? funebr? în spirit.

Amid anxiety and distress, sudden calm at the thought of the foetus one has been.