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“We should not become misologues, as people become misanthropes.
There is no greater evil one can suffer than to hate reasonable discourse.”
— Socrates, in Plato's Phaedo
Without beauty, love, or danger it would almost be easy to live.
It is said that Nietzsche after the break with Lou Salome, in a period of complete solitude, crushed and uplifted at the same time by the perspective of the huge work he had to carry on without any help, used to walk at night on the mountains overlooking the gulf of Genoa and light great bonfires of leaves and branches which he would watch as they burned. I have often dreamed of those fires
My memories have turned into anxieties.Fernando Pessoa
—Dylan Thomas, November or December 1936
— Martin Heidegger, Discourse on Thinking
— E.M. Cioran - The Trouble with Being Born
"There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man.
You can make him carry a plank of wood
to the top of a hill and nail him to it. To do this
properly you require a crowd of people
wearing sandals, a cock that crows, a cloak
to dissect, a sponge, some vinegar and one
man to hammer the nails home.
Or you can take a length of steel,
shaped and chased in a traditional way,
and attempt to pierce the metal cage he wears.
But for this you need white horses,
English trees, men with bows and arrows,
at least two flags, a prince, and a
castle to hold your banquet in.
Dispensing with nobility, you may, if the wind
allows, blow gas at him. But then you need
a mile of mud sliced through with ditches,
not to mention black boots, bomb craters,
more mud, a plague of rats, a dozen songs
and some round hats made of steel.
In an age of aeroplanes, you may fly
miles above your victim and dispose of him by
pressing one small switch. All you then
require is an ocean to separate you, two
systems of government, a nation’s scientists,
several factories, a psychopath and
land that no-one needs for several years.
These are, as I began, cumbersome ways
to kill a man. Simpler, direct, and much more neat
is to see that he is living somewhere in the middle
of the twentieth century, and leave him there."
~André Breton: Five Ways to Kill a Man
Pessimists sleep not because they are depressed, but because for them sleep is a form of ascetic practice.
Sleep is the askesis of pessimism. If, while sleeping, we have a bad dream, we abruptly wake up, and suddenly the horrors of the night vanish.
There is no reason to think that the same does not happen with the bad dream we call “life.
— Eugene Thacker, Cosmic Pessimism
~Ray Bradbury, “Night Meeting”, from The Martian Chronicles
— Marcus Aurelius
"The lover of beauty ends by finding it everywhere about him, a vein of gold in the basest of ores; by handling fragmentary masterpieces, though stained or broken, he comes to know a collector’s pleasure in being the sole seeker after pottery which is commonly passed by."— Marguerite Yourcenar. Memoirs of Hadrian
"One who asks about things – about their dimensions, weight, location, moods, names, holiness, smell – is an historian. But the asking is not idle. It is when you are asking about something that you realize you yourself have survived it, and so you must carry it, or fashion it into a thing that carries itself."— Anne Carson. Nox.
"Instead of causing us to remember the past like the old monuments, the new monuments seem to cause us to forget the future."— Robert Smithson. ‘Entropy and the New Monuments’
— Walter Benjanin.
"Spring is umbilical or else it is not spring./ Spring is the truth of spring or nothing, a waste, a fake."— Wallace Stevens. from ‘Holiday in Reality.’
"From early on I have suspected that the so important-sounding task “Know thyself” is a ruse of a cabal of priests. They are trying to seduce man from activity in the outside world, to distract him with impossible demands; they seek to draw him into a false inner contemplation. Man only knows himself insofar as he knows the world–the world which he only comes to know in himself and himself only in it."— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Something had just happened to me. Something forbidden. Something strange, filthy, shameless, and beautiful.Herta Müller, tr. by Philip Boehm, from The Hunger Angel: A Novel
there is twoMandeq Ahmed
types of tired,
one is a dire need of sleep
the other is a dire need of peace
I am in a mixed mood, flying before the fury of my own devils.Virginia Woolf, “Letter to Vita Sackville-West”
Do you ever mean what you say, or say what you mean?
Or do you just enjoy baffling the people who try to creep a little nearer?~Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf c. August 1923
I am always between two worlds, always in conflict. I would like sometimes to rest, to be at peace, to choose a nook, make a final choice, but I can’t. Some nameless, indescribable fear and anxiety keeps me on the move. On certain evenings like this, I would like to feel whole. Only a half of me is sitting by the fire.The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934, Anaïs Nin
“It now lately sometimes seemed a black miracle to me that people could actually care deeply about a subject or pursuit, and could go on caring this way for years on end. Could dedicate their entire lives to it. It seemed admirable and at the same time pathetic. We are all dying to give our lives away to something, maybe.”
-David Foster Wallace
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
-Vincent van Gogh
-Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
― Oscar Wilde
It is not for the sake of everyone in the world that the slave asserts himself when he comes to the conclusion that a command has infringed on something in him which does not belong to him alone, but which is common ground where all men–even the man who insults and oppresses him–have a natural community.”
-Albert Camus, The Rebel
Life has no intrinsic worth, but is kept in motion merely by desire and illusion.Arthur Schopenhauer
And I would have been quite satisfied with intelligence.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes From Underground
Love is a game in which one always cheatsHonore de Balzac
Virtue, perhaps, is nothing more than politeness of soul.Honore de Balzac
Only where there are graves are there resurrections.Friedrich Nietzsche
Your mind will take on the character of your most frequent thoughts.Marcus Aurelius
Live to the point of tears, in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself
Man stands face to face with the irrational. He feels within him his longing for happiness and for reason. The absurd is born of this confrontation between the human need and the unreasonable silence of the world.Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays
Disputes multiply as if everything is uncertain, and are managed as if everything is certain.David Hume
“Entry into real life: one rescues one’s personal life from death by living a common life.”
—F. Nietzsche, The Will to Power, §194.
True anarchy is the generative element of religion. Out of the annihilation of all existing institutions she raises her glorious head, as the new foundress of the world.
Help everybody to find his own level, instead of trying to impose the same on all alike.
Nobody can build the bridge for you to walk across the river of life, no one but you yourself alone. There are, to be sure, countless paths and bridges and demigods which would carry you across this river; but only at the cost of yourself; you would pawn yourself and lose. There is in this world only one way, on which nobody can go, except you: where does it lead? Do not ask, go along with it.Friedrich Nietzsche, Untimely Meditations
Darkness and concealment are the dominant characteristic of the primordial time. All life first becomes and develops in the night; for this reason, the ancients called the night the fertile mother of things, indeed, together with chaos, the oldest of beings.Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph von Schelling | The Ages of the World
In the sphere of thought, absurdity and perversity remain the masters of the world, and their dominion is suspended only for brief periods.Arthur Schopenhauer, The Art of Controversy
You lapse into bad taste, thinking of yourself as Heine’s Atlas, whose shoulders support all the world’s puzzles and agonies, as if thousands, lost in the same maze, did not endure the same agonies.
~Hermann Hesse, from ‘Peter Camenzind’
—F. Nietzsche, The Will to Power, §210
—F. Nietzsche, The Will to Power
~Friedrich Nietzsche, 2, Part 1, Beyond Good and Evil.
My joy consists in my being and my blossoming.
Let a man once overcome his selfish terror at his own finitude, and his finitude is, in one sense, overcome.
“Sarcasm and compassion are two of the qualities that make life on Earth tolerable.”— Nick Hornby, Songbook
“We live in an age where we feel guilt whenever we have to cut someone off but the reality is that some relationships do need to die, some people do need to be unfollowed and defriended. We aren’t meant to be this tethered to the people in our past. The Internet mandates that we don’t burn bridges and keep everyone around like relics but those expectations are unrealistic and unhealthy. Simply put, we don’t need to know what everyone else is up to. We’re allowed to be choosy about who we surround ourselves with online and in real life, even if it might hurt people’s feelings.”
— Ryan O’Connell, You Don’t Have to Be Friends with Everybody
“Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.”— Barbara Kingsolver
“muditā”— (noun) An untranslatable Sanskrit word, muditā is described as the feeling of happiness on behalf of someone else. Muditā connotes one of the most sincere and purest manifestations of happiness. This joy comes from an established sense of self, where a sympathetic or vicarious joy exists and you get pleasure from others’ well-being as opposed to envy.
“If you are a gifted person, it doesn’t mean that you gained something. It means you have something to give back.”— Carl Jung
“Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet
When the blood of your veins returns to the sea and the dust of your bones returns to the ground, maybe then will you remember that this earth does not belong to you, you belong to this earth
Persephone is having sex in hell.Louise Glück —
Unlike the rest of us, she doesn’t know
what winter is, only that
she is what causes it.
“Persephone the Wanderer”
One mustn’t look at the abyss, because there is at the bottom an inexpressible charm which attracts us.Gustave Flaubert.
Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies.Groucho Marx.