Philosophical Reflection Quotes

“The craggy lines that made up the character in his face now seemed like scars of defeat, inflicted on him over time.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

“Name none of the fallen, for they stand in our place, and stand there still in each moment of our lives. Let my death hold no glory, and let me die forgotten and unknown. Let it not be said that I was one among the dead to accuse the living.”
― Steven Erikson, Deadhouse Gates

“There is much that is strange, but nothing that surpasses man in strangeness”
― Sophocles

“Even the brightest magnesium flare can do little against such dark except blind the eyes of the one holding it. Thus one craves what by seeing one has in fact not seen.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

“It is not what we know that scares us, it is what we do not”
― A.G. Phillips

“Va’esse deireádh aep eigean, va’esse eigh faidh’ar.
(Something ends, something begins.)”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, Sezon burz

“This is Nature - the balance of colossal forces... the mighty Cosmos in perfect equilibrium produces - this...sometimes it seems to me that man is come where he is not wanted...why should he run about here and there, talking about the stars, disturbing the blades of grass?
from Lord Jim”
― Joseph Conrad

“Man is made by his beliefs.
As he believes, so he is.”
― Bhagavad Gita

“In my quietest hours, I debate, deduce, and decide—who I am versus who I'm meant to be.”
― Aura Biru

“The point of my scholarship is to understand the Folk. To the extent that we mortals can."
"It has never struck you as a futile endeavor?"
"No more than any other branch of science." I gestured to the sky. "What can mortals learn of the stars, given that we cannot walk among them? Yet we try." I opened my notebook again. "Others have argued that it is the endeavor itself that is the point of scholarship. I am not so certain of that, for I can never stop yearning for new discoveries. Even the smallest are as precious jewels to me.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales

“You carry the true him in your heart, or the him as he could have been, and there is no shame in that. Allow yourself to feel what your heart wishes to feel. Do not deny your pain.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Faraway Inn

“Herman Melville is not comforting. Emily Dickinson isn’t either. Maybe their work is too hungry for comfort, or just too vivid for comfort. But Henry James is – profoundly so. Because he is tender. The tenderness is there in the structure of the sentence. He knows the way the poor and the dead are forgotten by the living, and he cannot allow that to happen. So he keeps on writing for them, for the dead, as if they were children to be sheltered and loved, never abandoned.”
― Susan Howe

“Birth pushes, death pulls; only you can slow the time between.”
― Jack Sanger, Azimuth: The Second Journey

“To know oneself is a journey that requires a beginning”
― Jack Sanger, Azimuth: The First Journey

“I've been to hell and back. And let me tell you, it was wonderful.”
― Louise Bourgeois

“Sometimes stories have to end so we can go back to real life.”
― Julie Leong, The Teller of Small Fortunes

“Człowiek projektujący rzeczy rozumnie musi nieraz mieć odwagę być śmiesznym.”
― Platon, The Republic

“You don't know how much sunshine you've been missing until you wash the windows.”
― Carol L. Covin

“Men do not resolve to become stone-hearted; our lives calcify our tenderest elements, whether we will it or not.”
― K.W. Jeter, Grim Expectations

“Those who wander, are not lost.”
― Shannon Messenger, Exile

“Hope is the slowest poison.”
― Duncan Ralston, Dead Men Walking: a Novelette

“The sum total of all realities - perceived, conceived, observed or unobservable - all of them, in all forms, is but One Indivisible Totality. This "One" stays so in eternity, as infinity. It runs everything yet does not become anything. It is timeless, limitless, endless and beginningless. All comes from and goes unto it. Call "it" the Universal or Cosmic Self; or God. There is nothing else. Go search by yourself.”
― Fakeer Ishavardas

“Mama Bird cannot help you.”
― Grace Poeta

“Look what time does to us. It destroys everything that was beautiful.”
― Barry R. Ziman, Girls, Crimes, and the Ruling Body

“There are moments when understanding arrives without words — and once it does, you know that life has already changed.”
― Angelika Regossi, Love in Communism: A Young Woman's Adult Story

“Tell me what you see.
A world divided in two.
And do you think it should remain that way?”
― Sarah J. Maas

“In a dream there is always an element of absurdity and confusion--one is never altogether free of the vague feeling that everything is false, that sooner or later one is going to wake up. In a dream things are never crystal clear and real.”
― Dino Buzzati, The Tartar Steppe

“Considering my philosophical attempt around the knowledge that seeks to touch spiritual splendors and essences filled with naturalness and concreteness, through the lived experience of man as man: the poem thought tends to become a “sign” of the passage from the finite into the infinite, having its roots implanted in one’s own being.

Otherwise, the “insignia” were not born on barren ground, but rather through the being of poiematics and ideatics unfolded within the architectonics of this volume — bringing into discussion, ultimately, both the depths of the ring of the visible material world and the adventure of all knowledge, as an effect of the “high” ascent of consciousness, a form of reflection of micro and macro cosmic realities, implicitly of the intra mundane reality, while man himself, becoming aware of the cosmic Self, comes to define his own universal essences and valences.

Practically, the volume “Însemnele materiei” was intended to be a book of heart and soul for the contemporary reader and for the reader to come — a small lyrical treatise on being and becoming, with man and his needs for knowledge placed in the foreground, in accordance with the current level of understanding of the place he occupies in the Universe, with man as the “being” of universal becoming.”
― Dumitru Găleșanu , Însemnele materiei / Insegne della materia

“Looking at its portrait, somebody was observing that the image revealed itself in a flexible hypostasis of sensitive light and plenitude, a vivid and prosperous efflorescence of its interior seas in continuous movement, simultaneously generated by the spectrum of the alternative between an excess of beauty and purity; that the profound strata structure a singularity, a minuscule sphere whose mysterious kinetic resides in the fact that the precise universal, in a natural synthetic circumstance, aims at keeping its perpetual equilibrium between the distinct possibility, in the end, to finalize things and the flow of imagination in perfect accordance with the strict laws of gravity.

Looking at its portrait toward the infinitude, somebody was noticing that its image, in the state of graciousness, ready to turn into the very Spirit, was shading the quantum theory of gravity as an essential possibility of action to finalize things in the vastness of the eternal night; that the aura of the aura was waving through its own image like in a phantom game, from the infinite to the infinite, in the celestial spectrum of Vibration. (Image)”
― Dumitru Găleșanu , Addéndum

“Itaque veritas per ironiam perit”
― Robin Blair-Crawford