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“Sou como sou. Gosto de gostar e, detesto detestar!”
― José Luís Outono

“The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.”
― Marcel Pagnol

“Il n'est pas besoin d'espérer pour entreprendre ni de réussir pour persévérer.”
― Marcel Pagnol, La Gloire de mon père

“I am a bastard, too. I love bastards! I am bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valor, in everything illegitimate.”
― William Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida

“Do something wonderful, people may imitate it.”
― Albert Schweitzer

“Nothing is too wonderful to be true if it be consistent with the laws of nature.”
― Michael Faraday

“A man who is certain he is right is almost sure to be wrong.”
― Michael Faraday

“God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“Be the change that you wish to see in the world.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
― Robert Frost

“Friendship ... is born at the moment when one man says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .”
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere - on water and land.”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

“If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

“I am satisfied ... I see, dance, laugh, sing.”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

“Whenever I climb I am followed by a dog called 'Ego'.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“Love is blind. Friendship closes its eyes.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“Without forgetting it is quite impossible to live at all.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, On the Advantage and Disadvantage of History for Life

“I hate who steals my solitude, without really offer me in exchange company.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“The world is beautiful, but has a disease called man.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“Pardon me, my friends, I have ventured to paint my happiness on the wall.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Superman--a rope over an abyss.

A dangerous crossing, a dangerous wayfaring, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous trembling and halting.

What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: what is lovable in man is that he is an OVER-GOING and a DOWN-GOING.

I love those that know not how to live except as down-goers, for they are the over-goers.

I love the great despisers, because they are the great adorers, and arrows of longing for the other shore.

I love those who do not first seek a reason beyond the stars for going down and being sacrifices, but sacrifice themselves to the earth, that the earth of the Superman may hereafter arrive.

I love him who lives in order to know, and seeks to know in order that the Superman may hereafter live. Thus seeks he his own down-going.

I love him who labors and invents, that he may build the house for the Superman, and prepare for him earth, animal, and plant: for thus seeks he his own down-going.

I love him who loves his virtue: for virtue is the will to down-going, and an arrow of longing.

I love him who reserves no share of spirit for himself, but wants to be wholly the spirit of his virtue: thus walks he as spirit over the bridge.

I love him who makes his virtue his inclination and destiny: thus, for the sake of his virtue, he is willing to live on, or live no more.

I love him who desires not too many virtues. One virtue is more of a virtue than two, because it is more of a knot for one's destiny to cling to.

I love him whose soul is lavish, who wants no thanks and does not give back: for he always bestows, and desires not to keep for himself.

I love him who is ashamed when the dice fall in his favor, and who then asks: "Am I a dishonest player?"--for he is willing to succumb.

I love him who scatters golden words in advance of his deeds, and always does more than he promises: for he seeks his own down-going.

I love him who justifies the future ones, and redeems the past ones: for he is willing to succumb through the present ones.

I love him who chastens his God, because he loves his God: for he must succumb through the wrath of his God.

I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding, and may succumb through a small matter: thus goes he willingly over the bridge.

I love him whose soul is so overfull that he forgets himself, and all things that are in him: thus all things become his down-going.

I love him who is of a free spirit and a free heart: thus is his head only the bowels of his heart; his heart, however, causes his down-going.

I love all who are like heavy drops falling one by one out of the dark cloud that lowers over man: they herald the coming of the lightning, and succumb as heralds.

Lo, I am a herald of the lightning, and a heavy drop out of the cloud: the lightning, however, is the SUPERMAN.--”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

“what are you looking for? There is no Truth. There's only action, action obeying a million different impulses, ephemeral action, action subjected to every possible and imaginable contingency and contradiction, Life. Life is crime, theft, jealousy, hunger, lies, disgust,stupidity, sickness, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, piles of corpses. what can you do about it, my poor friend?”
― Blaise Cendrars, Moravagine

“I myself found a fascinating example of this in Nietzsche’s book Thus Spake Zarathustra, where the author reproduces almost word for word an incident reported in a ship’s log for the year 1686. By sheer chance I had read this seaman’s yarn in a book published about 1835 (half a century before Nietzsche wrote); and when I found the similar passage in Thus Spake Zarathustra, I was struck by its peculiar style, which was different from Nietzsche’s usual language. I was convinced that Nietzsche must also have seen the old book, though he made no reference to it. I wrote to his sister, who was still alive, and she confirmed that she and her brother had in fact read the book together when he was 11 years old. I think, from the context, it is inconceivable that Nietzsche had any idea that he was plagiarizing this story. I believe that fifty years later it has unexpectedly slipped into focus in his conscious mind.”
― C.G. Jung, Man and His Symbols

“Acesta este pasul pe care Zarathustra nu l-a putut face: pasul către „omul cel mai urât”, omul adevărat. Împotrivirea şi frica faţă de el dovedesc cât de mare este puterea de atracţie şi de seducţie a ceea ce este inferior. Separarea de inferior nu este o soluţie.”
― C.G. Jung, Civilization in Transition

“PENTRU CEI MAI SINGURI — Mă adresez vouă, tuturor celor care cunoaşteţi până unde poate merge singurătatea omului, până unde tristeţea de a fi poate să întunece viaţa şi tremurul fiinţei, să zguduie lumea aceasta. Şi mă adresez mai puţin pentru a afla ceea ce trăiesc şi eu, cât pentru a ne uni singurătăţile. Fraţi întru clipe de deznădejde, de tristeţe ascunsă şi de lacrimi nevărsate, ne uneşte pe toţi aceeaşi fugă nebună de viaţă, aceeaşi groază de a trăi, aceeaşi timiditate a nebuniei noastre. Ne-am pierdut curajul de prea multă singurătate şi am uitat să trăim, gândind prea mult viaţa. Oare toată singurătatea noastră să nu ne fi dus decât la moarte şi toate dezamăgirile, numai la renunţare? De ce nimicul să ne fie moartea? Am gândit prea mult pe noi înşine pentru ca viaţa să nu ne fi pedepsit şi am iubit prea mult moartea pentru a mai putea vorbi de iubire. Nu-i viaţă decât unde este un continuu început; iar noi n-am făcut decât să sfârşim viaţa în fiecare clipă, şi ce este toată fiinţa noastră decât un etern sfârşit? Nouă, celor mai singuri, celor cu viaţa alături de noi, cine ne va da speranţa de a uita să murim?”
― Emil Cioran, Cartea amăgirilor

“Diferenţa dintre mine şi ceilalţi oameni: eu am murit de nenumărate ori, pe când ei n-au murit niciodată.”
― Emil Cioran, Cartea amăgirilor

“This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love