Friedrich Nietzsche Quotes
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The 'kingdom of God' is not something one waits for; it has no yesterday or tomorrow, it does not come 'in a thousand years' - it is an experience within a heart; it is everywhere, it is nowhere...
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Jesus died too soon. If he had lived to my age he would have repudiated his doctrine.
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The disappointed one speaks. I searched for great human beings; I always found only the apes of their ideals.
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Do you believe then that the sciences would have arisen and grown up if the sorcerers, alchemists, astrologers and witches had not been their forerunners; those who, with their promisings and foreshadowings, had first to create a thirst, a hunger, and a taste for hidden and forbidden powers?
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Against boredom the gods themselves fight in vain.
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One lives for the day, one lives very fast, one lives very irresponsibly: precisely this is called "freedom."
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Existence begins in every instant.
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No one can draw more out of things, books included, than he already knows. A man has no ears for that to which experience has given him no access.
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How much truth can a spirit bear, how much truth can a spirit dare? ... that became for me more and more the real measure of value.
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Did you ever say "yes" to a pleasure? oh my friends, then you also said yes to all pain. all things are linked, entwined, in love with one another.
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That grand drama in a hundred acts, which is reserved for the next two centuries of Europe-the most terrible, most questionable and perhaps also the most hopeful of all dramas.
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Wie finden wir uns selbst wieder? Wie kann sich der Mensch kennen? Er ist eine dunkle und verhüllte Sache; und wenn der Hase sieben Häute hat, so kann der Mensch sich sieben mal siebzig abziehn und wird noch nicht sagen können: »das bist du nun wirklich, das ist nicht mehr Schale«.
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Indeed, what forces us at all to suppose that there is an essential opposition of 'true' and 'false'? Is it not sufficient to assume degrees of apparentness and, as it were, lighter and darker shadows and shades of appearance- different 'values', to use the language of painters?
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It is the powerful who know how to honour, it is their art, their domain for invention.
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Only you must have worthy foes hate, but not enemies worthy of contempt. You must be proud of your enemy.
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The refinement of morality increases together with the refinement of fear. Today the fear of disagreeable feelings in other people is almost the strongest of our own disagreeable feelings.
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However un-Christian this may sound, I am not even predisposed against myself.
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Something might be true while being harmful and dangerous in the highest degree. Indeed, it might be a basic characteristic of existence that those who know it completely would perish, in which case the strength of a spirit should be measured according to how much of the 'truth' one could still barely endure- or to put it more clearly, to what degree one would require it to be thinned down, shrouded, sweetened, blunted, falsified.
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And if a man goes through fire for his doctrine - what does that prove? Verily, it is more if your own doctrine comes out of your own fire.
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Unresolved dissonances between the characters and dispositions of the parents continue to reverberate in the nature of the child and make up the history of its inner sufferings.
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We cannot live without valuing: but we can live without valuing what you value.
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When a nation is on the downward path, when it feels its belief in its own future, its hope of freedom slipping from it, when it begins to see submission as a first necessity and the virtues of submission as measures of self-preservation, then it must overhaul its God.
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We laugh at a man who, stepping out of his room at the very minute when the sun is rising, says, “It is my will that the sun shall rise”; or at him who, unable to stop a wheel, says, “I wish it to roll”; or, again, at him who, thrown in a wrestling match, says, “Here I lie, but here I wish to lie.” But, joking apart, do we not act like one of these three persons whenever we use the expression “I wish”?
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A soul which knows that it is loved, but does not itself love, betrays its sediment: its dregs come up.