There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra: A Book for None and All. (Penguin Books; Later Printing edition March 30, 1978) Originally published 1883.
That for which we find words, is something already dead in our hearts. — Friedrich Nietzsche
I love the one whose soul is overfull so that he forgets himself, and all things are in him; I love the one who has a free spirit and a free heart: thus his head is only the entrails of his heart, but his heart drives him to go under. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke… Continue reading Friedrich Nietzsche
It is vain futility to describe the way you smile; it is mere impossibility to speak at all when you are around. I don’t dare breathe. Keep smiling. I don’t dare move at all. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters of Friedrich Nietzsche. (Hackett Publishing Company, Inc.; 2nd edition December 15, 1996)
There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth. — Friedrich Nietzsche
…but people like me love only ghosts. If I ever loved a human being–I would soon go to ruin. — Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Franz Overbeck wr. c. October 1883
I overcame myself, the sufferer; I carried my own ashes to the mountains; I invented a brighter flame for myself. And behold, then this ghost fled from me. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra. Translated by Walter Kaufman. (Penguin Books; Later Printing edition March 30, 1978)
My heartbeat has reached the epitome of rottenness; It is no longer part of my heart. Time for the shadows to come and grab me by the brain. Dearest, I am asking you again: Just how far is the sky? — Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters. (Hackett Publishing Company, Inc.; 2nd edition, December 15, 1996) Originally… Continue reading Friedrich Nietzsche
Rather the artist’s delight in what becomes, the cheerfulness of artistic creation that defies all misfortune, is merely a bright image of clouds and sky mirrored in a black lake of sadness. — Friedrich Nietzsche, The Birth of Tragedy. (Penguin Classics; unknown edition, January 1, 1994) Originally published 1871.
You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame. How could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes? — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (Ernst Shcmeitzner, 1883-1885)