Dogs and philosophers do the greatest good and get the fewest rewards.
Life,” said Marvin dolefully, “loathe it or ignore it, you can’t like it.
In the end, we all lose it. Remember that. In the end, we own nothing.
I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life’s a bitch. You’ve got to go out and kick ass.
The kiss. Oh, the kiss. What a perfect, unnerving, luscious kiss. He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.
Hard times create strong men. Strong men create good times. Good times create weak men. And, weak men create hard times.
Male privilege and entitlement are dying a very painful death; no one gives up power without a struggle.
Whilst the wolflets bayed, A grave was made, And then with the strokes of a silver spade, It was filled to make a mound. And for two cold days and three long nights, The father tended that holy plot; And stayed by where his wife was laid, In the grave within the ground.
The world is paralyzed, and humanity is in quarantine. It is a strange symmetry that I was born in one pandemic and will die during another.
YOU’RE ONLY PUTTING OFF THE INEVITABLE, he said.That’s what being alive is all about.
One of the first signs of the beginnings of understanding is the wish to die. This life appears unbearable, another unattainable. One is no longer ashamed of wanting to die; one asks to be moved from the old cell, which one hates, to a new one, which one will only in time come to hate.
In school we learn that mistakes are bad, and we are punished for making them. Yet, if you look at the way humans are designed to learn, we learn by making mistakes. We learn to walk by falling down. If we never fell down, we would never walk.
Time cannot put anything in your hands until you let go off the time.
Love…no such thing.
Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together, that’s not love. That’s stupidity or selfishness or fear. Love doesn’t exist.
Self interest exists, attachment based on personal gain exists, complacency exists. But not love. Love has to be reinvented, that’s certain.
Are you asking me to undress, Tris?’
A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. ‘Only … partially
In the first place God made idiots. This was for practice. Then he made school boards.
It is proved by surveys that happiness does not come from love, wealth, or power but the pursuit of attainable goals.
One loves truly only once in a lifetime, Julian, even if one isn’t aware of it.
You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been.
We grown-up people think that we appreciate music, but if we realized the sense that an infant has brought with it of appreciating sound and rhythm, we would never boast of knowing music. The infant is music itself.
He suddenly recalled from Plato’s Symposium: People were hermaphrodites until God split then in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.
The philosophy of one century is the common sense of the next.
You can be creative in anything – in math, science, engineering, philosophy – as much as you can in music or in painting or in dance.
Somebody, said Jacques, your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour–and in the oddest places!–for the lack of it.
Life is like a piano. What you get out of it depends on how you play it.
Your philosophy determines whether you will go for the disciplines or continue the errors.
Falling into ruin was a bit like falling in love: Both descents stripped you bare and left you as you were at your core. And both endings are equally painful.
It’s in responsibility that most people find the meaning that sustains them through life. It’s not in happiness. It’s not in impulsive pleasure.
You know, the mind is a remarkable thing. Just because you can’t see the wound doesn’t mean it isn’t hurting. It scars all the time, but it heals.
The South-wind bringsLife, sunshine and desire,And on every mount and meadowBreathes aromatic fire;But over the dead he has no power,The lost, the lost, he cannot restore;And, looking over the hills, I mournThe darling who shall not return.
A society that doesn’t know any longer how to observe every death with proper rituals, that does not know that death is not the end, but only part of the journey, has lost its way, has had the very heart of its humanity torn out.
Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
Writing is the spectrum through which the chaos of life can be seen, studied and understood.
Too pissed off to care, Aurelia interrupted him. No, I will not wait just one moment! Piercing him with her best scary stare, she said, It surprises me that no one has pointed out your glaringly obvious agenda, so let me be the first.
When I buy a new book, I always read the last page first, that way in case I die before I finish, I know how it ends. That, my friend, is a dark side.
Conner hadn’t liked leaving the gravesite with his father still not buried. But he’d learned from his grandmother’s funeral that you have to go. It’s expected. Nobody hangs around the cemetary. Grief—a little or a lot—is tucked into your pocket and carried away.
Because you’re it, okay? I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you.
The Reality of The Other Person Lies Not In What He Reveals To You, But What He Cannot Reveal To You.
Therefore, If You Would Understand Him, Listen Not To What He Says, But Rather To What He Does Not Say.
As the new spirituality begins to become the pervasive spirituality of the planet, we’ll find that we have abandoned our philosophy of contradictions in which we say we’re all one but continue to try to win.
A thing is only as great as the amount a person is willing to risk for it. If you are not willing to risk anything, then the thing mustn’t be so great at all.
In life, it is important to not be afraid to put yourself out there, win or lose. It is all about the spirit of challenging yourself to be open to realizing your highest potential.
I believe that the imagination is the passport we create to take us into the real world. I believe the imagination is another phrase for what is most uniquely us.
Bring the mind into sharp focus and make it alert so that it can immediately intuit truth, which is everywhere. The mind must be emancipated from old habits, prejudices, restrictive thought processes and even ordinary thought itself.
Death is the only wise advisor that we have. Whenever you feel, as you always do, that everything is going wrong and you’re about to be annihilated, turn to your death and ask if that is so. Your death will tell you that you’re wrong; that nothing really matters outside its touch. Your death will tell you, ‘I haven’t touched you yet.
From quiet homes and first beginning, out to the undiscovered ends, there’s nothing worth the wear of winning, but laughter and the love of friends.
I never supported violence. Before the formation of TMC, I was a member of the Congress Party. Gandhi’s Congress. Non-violence is a philosophy that runs deep.
The speculative object and the practical object of philosophy as Naturalism, science and pleasure, coincide on this point: it is always a matter of denouncing the illusion, the false infinite, the infinity of religion and all of the theologico-erotic-oneiric myths in which it is expressed.
You can’t drown yourself that simply. All good suicides involve speed and irreversibility, because the body will always move to protect itself against the sicko mind trying to do it in.
Philosophy is at its most engaged when it is impure. What is being recovered from the Ancient Greek model is not some lost idea of philosophy’s pure essence, but the idea that philosophy is mixed up with everything else.
Those who are wise won’t be busy, and those who are too busy can’t be wise.
A tiger only needs three things to be comfortable. Lots of food, sleep, and…actually, no it’s just those two things.
Anyone who knew the word slattern was worth cultivating as a friend.
… we die, just as we were born, at the edge of a road not of our choosing.
I looked at him on the bed. He coughed once and a trail of brownish dead blood came out of his mouth and ran down the side of his chin. Then he stopped breathing. And I thought, I’ll make sure I never end up here, either.
It is one of the consolations of philosophy that the benefit of showing how to dispense with a concept does not hinge on dispensing with it.
The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.
He saw very clearly how all his life led only to this moment and all after led to nowhere at all. He felt something cold and soulless enter him like another being and he imagined that it smiled malignly and he had no reason to believe that it would ever leave.
People who say that yesterday was better than today are ultimately devaluing their own existence.