) The wreckage of stars — I built a world from this wreckage. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Dithyrambs of Dionysus (Anvil Press Poetry, June 1, 2004) Originally 1888.
Did you ever say “Yes” to one joy? Oh my friends, then you also said “Yes” to all pain. All things are entwined, enmeshed, enamoured–did you ever want Once to be Twice, did you ever say “I love you, bliss–instant–flash–” then you wanted everything back. Everything anew, everything forever, everything entwined, enmeshed, enamoured–oh, thus you… Continue reading Friedrich Nietzsche
My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company. — Friedrich Nietzsche
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness. — Friedrich Nietzsche, from Part I, Chapter 7, “On Reading and Writing,” Thus Spoke Zarathustra (1885)
Whoever knows he is deep, strives for clarity; whoever would like to appear deep to the crowd, strives for obscurity. For the crowd considers anything deep if only it cannot see to the bottom: the crowd is so timid and afraid of going into the water. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Basic Writings of Nietzsche. (Modern Library;… Continue reading Friedrich Nietzsche
Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier, simpler. — Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science. (Vintage; 1 edition January 12, 1974) Originally published 1882.
I love all those who are as heavy drops. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra. (Penguin Books; Later Printing edition March 30, 1978) Originally published 1883.
There is something arbitrary in stopping here to look back and look around, in his not digging deeper here but laying his spade aside; there is also something suspicious about it. Every philosophy also conceals a philosophy; every opinion is also a hideout, every word also a mask. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil.… Continue reading Friedrich Nietzsche
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