Posted by: Mara
A soul which knows that it is loved, but does not itself love, betrays its sediment: its dregs come up.
from the book "" by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
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Some are born posthumously.
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In the end one becomes what one is.
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Cynicism is the only form in which base souls approach honesty.
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The only thing that can be said on sincerity is that nobody has been sincere enough.
Written on wednesday january 23, 2013
In some remote corner of the universe, poured out and glittering in innumerable solar systems, there once was a star on which clever animals invented knowledge. That was the highest and most mendacious minute of "world history" -- yet only a minute. After nature had drawn a few breaths the star grew cold, and the clever animals had to die.
One might invent such a fable and still not have illustrated sufficiently how wretched, how shadowy and flighty, how aimless and arbitrary, the human intellect appears in nature. There have been eternities when it did not exist; and when it is done for again, nothing will have happened.
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Posted by: Unbreather
Men seem cruel beings, women are. Women seem sentimental, men are.
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Posted by: Nietzsche87
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Life)
Verily, a strong wind is Zarathustra to all low places; and this counsel counselleth he to his enemies, and to whatever spitteth and speweth: "Take care not to spit against the wind!"
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Posted by: Vincenzo Cataldo
He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.
from the book "Thus Spoke Zarathustra: A Book for All and None" by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Wisdom)
What the crowd once learned to believe without reason, who could refute it to reason.
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