“The most painful state of being is remembering the future, particularly the one you'll never have.”
― Søren Kierkegaard
― Søren Kierkegaard
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“To stand up straight with your shoulders back is to accept the terrible responsibility of life, with eyes wide open. It means deciding to voluntarily transform the chaos of potential into the realities of habitable order. It means adopting the burden of self-conscious vulnerability, and accepting the end of the unconscious paradise of childhood, where finitude and mortality are only dimly comprehended. It means willingly undertaking the sacrifices necessary to generate a productive and meaningful reality (it means acting to please God, in the ancient language).”
― Jordan B. Peterson, 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos
― Jordan B. Peterson, 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos
It has always seemed to me that my existence consisted purely and exclusively of nothing but the most outrageous nonsense.
Thomas Ligotti, Teatro Grottesco
Thomas Ligotti, Teatro Grottesco
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We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde
We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have roses.
Alphonse Karr
Alphonse Karr
I wish to weep
but sorrow is
stupid.
I wish to believe
but belief is a
graveyard.
Charles Bukowski
but sorrow is
stupid.
I wish to believe
but belief is a
graveyard.
Charles Bukowski
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People really do like seeing their best friends humiliated; a large part of the friendship is based on humiliation; and that is an old truth,well known to all intelligent people.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Note on Riggan's dressing room mirror:
A thing is a thing, not what is said of that thing.
A thing is a thing, not what is said of that thing.
“We feel free because we lack the very language to articulate our unfreedom.”
― Slavoj Žižek
― Slavoj Žižek
“The one measure of true love is: you can insult the other”
― Slavoj Zizek
― Slavoj Zizek
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“Happiness was never important. The problem is that we don't know what we really want. What makes us happy is not to get what we want. But to dream about it. Happiness is for opportunists. So I think that the only life of deep satisfaction is a life of eternal struggle, especially struggle with oneself. If you want to remain happy, just remain stupid. Authentic masters are never happy; happiness is a category of slaves.”
― Slavoj Žižek
― Slavoj Žižek
“Love feels like a great misfortune, a monstrous parasite, a permanent state of emergency that ruins all small pleasures.”
― Slavoj Žižek
― Slavoj Žižek
Divinity classes were unspeakably dull, and I felt a downright fear of the mathematics class.
The teacher pretended that algebra was a perfectly natural affair, to be taken for granted, whereas I didn’t even know what numbers really were.
They were not flowers, not animals, not fossils; they were nothing that could be imagined, mere quantities that resulted from counting.
To my confusion these quantities were now represented by letters, which signified sounds, so that it became possible to hear them, so to speak.
Oddly enough, my classmates could handle these things and found them self-evident.
No one could tell me what numbers were, and I was unable even to formulate the question.
To my horror I found that no one understood my difficulty.
- Carl Jung
The teacher pretended that algebra was a perfectly natural affair, to be taken for granted, whereas I didn’t even know what numbers really were.
They were not flowers, not animals, not fossils; they were nothing that could be imagined, mere quantities that resulted from counting.
To my confusion these quantities were now represented by letters, which signified sounds, so that it became possible to hear them, so to speak.
Oddly enough, my classmates could handle these things and found them self-evident.
No one could tell me what numbers were, and I was unable even to formulate the question.
To my horror I found that no one understood my difficulty.
- Carl Jung
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The Starry Night
Divinity classes were unspeakably dull, and I felt a downright fear of the mathematics class. The teacher pretended that algebra was a perfectly natural affair, to be taken for granted, whereas I didn’t even know what numbers really were. They were not flowers…
My intellectual morality fought against these whimsical inconsistencies, which have forever debarred me from understanding mathematics.
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