“Become who you are!”

—F. Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra: Part Four, “The Honey Sacrifice” (excerpt).


“Once you are awake, you shall remain awake eternally.”

—F. Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra: Part Three, “The Convalescent,” §1 (excerpt).

They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it.
To live is to suffer, to survive is to find meaning in the suffering.
I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you.
The first step to freedom is not just to change reality to fit your dreams, it’s to change the way you dream. And, again, this hurts, because all satisfactions we have come from our dreams.
Love does not idealize the other. Okay, you might be this person who is slightly stupid or doesn’t have the perfect body or whatever, and still, you are, absolute for me. And true love precisely does not care to idealize. True love is: you see eternal beauty in the everyday person.
Man is not simply a product of objective circumstances: we all have this margin of freedom in deciding how we subjectivize these objective circumstances which, of course, determine us, how we react to them by constructing our own universe.

If you look at the universe, it’s one big void. But then how do things emerge? Here, I feel a kind of spontaneous affinity with quantum physics, where, you know, the idea there is that universe is a void, but a kind of a positively charged void. And then particular things appear when the balance of the void is disturbed. And I like this idea of spontaneous very much that the fact that it’s just not nothing… Things are out there. It means something went terribly wrong… that what we call creation is a kind of a cosmic imbalance, cosmic catastrophe, that things exist by mistake. And I’m even ready to go to the end and to claim that the only way to counteract it is to assume the mistake and go to the end. And we have a name for this. It’s called love. Isn’t love precisely this kind of a cosmic imbalance?

I was always disgusted with this notion of “I love the world,” universal love. I don’t like the world. I don’t know how… Basically, I’m somewhere in between “I hate the world” or “I’m indifferent towards it.” But the whole of reality, it’s just it. It’s stupid. It is out there. I don’t care about it. Love, for me, is an extremely violent act. Love is not “I love you all.” Love means I pick out something, and it’s, again, this structure of imbalance. Even if this something is just a small detail… a fragile individual person… I say “I love you more than anything else.” In this quite formal sense, love is evil.

If you have reasons to love someone, you don’t love them.
What can philosophy do today? What can it tell the general public, haunted by the problems of ecology, racism, religious conflicts, and so on? I think the task of philosophy is not to provide answers but to show how the way we perceive a problem could be itself part of a problem, mystifiyng it instead of enabling us to solve it. There are not only wrong answers, there are wrong questions.
if you really love a woman or a man, … you don’t idealize him or her. love means that you accept a person with all its failures, stupidities, ugly points. and nonetheless, the person is absolute for you - everything that makes life worth living. you see perfection in imperfection itself.
I secretly think reality exists so we can speculate about it.
I despise the kind of book that tells you … how to make yourself happy! The first duty of philosophy is making you understand what deep shit you are in.