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“Power is ultimately an illusion because it cannot transcend the limits of the empirical world. Laughter can—and does every time it relativizes the seemingly rocklike necessities of this world.”

“and like a cloud of vapour or like waters circumfluent in space the liquid letters of speech, symbols of the element of mystery, flowed forth over his brain.”

“a priest of the eternal imagination, transmuting the daily bread of experience into the radiant body of everliving life.” ahhh :')

“He had told himself bitterly as he walked through the streets that she was a figure of the womanhood of her country, a batlike soul waking to the consciousness of itself in darkness and secrecy and loneliness”

“O! In the virgin womb of the imagination the word was made flesh.”

“He burned to appease the fierce longings of his heart before which everything else was idle and alien. He cared little that he was in mortal sin, that his life had grown to be a tissue of subterfuge and falsehood. Beside the savage desire within him to realise the enormities which he brooded on nothing was sacred.”

“The noise of children at play annoyed him and their silly voices made him feel, even more keenly, that he was different from others. He did not want to play. He wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld. He did not know where to seek it or how: but a premonition which led him on told him that this image would, without any overt act of his, encounter him.”

“Words which he did not understand he said over and over to himself till he had learned them by heart: and through them he had glimpses of the real world about him. The hour when he too would take part in the life of that world seemed drawing near and in secret he began to make ready for the great part which he felt awaited him the nature of which he only dimly apprehended.”

"The renown, the very survival, in the spiritual sense, of the house of Oedipus lies in the hands of her silence. She is wedded to that silence; 'she knows not any man and yet she is a bride'." okay this is it for today

"Kierkegaard's relation to the child of Oedipus is one of possessive irony, of a Donjuanism of the soul such as he himself has described in his analysis of Mozart. 'She is my creation, her thoughts are my thoughts, and yet it is as if I had rested with her in a night of love, as if she had entrusted me with her deep secret, breathing out this secret and her soul in my embrace.'"

"Innocence is irreconcilable with human action; but only in action is there moral identity." i can’t finish this book because every other sentence i need to stop and take a walk. what if we all just died

"Inside the family, continues Hegel, one relationship is privileged above all others by virtue of the immediacy and purity of its ethical substance." i have so many jokes about what comes next

"The torment of Narcissus is stilled: the image is substance, it is the integral self in the twin presence of another. Thus sisterliness is ontologically privileged beyond any other human stance. In it, the homecomings of Idealism and Romanticism are given vital form. This form receives supreme, everlasting expression in Sophocles' Antigone." okay. yay :)

"As Hegel insists, the roots of exile, of self-division, are internal. They are a fatal constant of self-consciousness. It is to ourselves that we are strangers. However absolute the empathy which knits friend to friend, however symbiotic and self-sacrificial the uses of amity there can be no true homecoming to the self through another."

"No literalism, no psychoanalytic labelling, will elucidate the utter seriousness, the period-magic of Baudelaire's call to 'mon enfant, rna sceur' ('my child, my sister'). But it is just this magic and this seriousness, irrelevant as they may be to Sophocles' meaning, which must be grasped if we are to make sense of the special lustre of Antigone in nineteenth-century feeling."

"Moreover, only one born of the union of brother and sister can bring on the twilight of the gods which is also the morning of man (only he can, in Hegelian terms, close history)." i need to speak with George Steiner. i need to speak with George Steiner

"An even clearer example, and certainly one of the greatest in
English literature, is The Duchess of Malfi. The Duchess has the
innocence of abundant life in a sick and melancholy society, where
the fact that she has "youth and a little beauty" is precisely why
she is hated." felt

"Some of us have in a prior existence been in love with an Antigone, and that makes us find no full content in any mortal tie." Shelley is the only mf around here who ever understood me

“Yes, I really thought that “Hate” existed, that it settled on people and raised them above themselves. Naturally, I am the only one, I am the one who hates, I am the one who loves. And that “I” is always the same thing, a dough which goes on stretching and stretching … indeed, it looks so much like itself that you wonder how people got the idea of inventing names and making distinctions.”

ooohh i get the title now.. too close to home buddy too close... im gonna throw up

“The good – cannot create, they are always the beginning of the end– they crucify him who writes new values on new law-tables, they sacrifice the future to themselves, they crucify the whole human future!
The good — have always been the beginning of the end…
And whatever harm the world-calumniators may do, the harm the good do is the most harmful harm.” tattooing this on my forehead

“Zarathustra, the first to grasp that optimism is just as décadent as pessimism and perhaps more harmful, says: good men never tell the truth. The good taught you false shores and false securities: you were born and kept in the lies of the good. Everything has been distorted and twisted down to its very bottom through the good.”

“Zarathustra is a dancer −: how he, who has the harshest, the most fearful insight into reality, who has thought the ‘most abysmal thought’, none the less finds in it no objection to existence, nor even to the eternal recurrence of existence − … ‘Into every abyss I still bear the blessing of my affirmation’… But that is the concept of Dionysos once more.”

“One pays dearly for being immortal: one has to die several times while alive.”

“The more a woman is a woman the more she defends herself tooth and nail against rights in general: for the state of nature, the eternal war between the sexes puts her in a superior position by far.” Factsssss

“The woman is unspeakably more wicked than the man, also cleverer; goodness in a woman is already a form of degeneration… ” Wait facts

“How wonderful!” she exclaimed. “Twelve years ago, I saw your face in a dream, and it has haunted me ever since.”
“Wonderful indeed!” I repeated, pushing through the horror that had struck me dumb. “Twelve years ago, in vision or reality, I certainly saw you. I could not forget your face. It has remained before my eyes ever since.” that’s my shit right here

“That is to say, she believed that even before they met, they had occupied the same dream-city; and she believed that such a thing was as close to fate or destiny as you could come.” AAAARRGGHHHHHHHG

“You know what, sometimes it seems to me we’re living in a world that we fabricate for ourselves. We decide what’s good and what isn’t, we draw maps of meanings for ourselves… And then we spend our whole lives struggling with what we have invented for ourselves. The problem is that each of us has our own version of it, so people find it hard to understand each other.”

“Everything will pass.
The wise Man knows this from the start, and has no regrets.”