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Friedrich Nietzsche Quotes

Friedrich Nietzsche quote: "God is dead, God remains dead, and we have killed him."

God is dead, God remains dead, and we have killed him.

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This film business, perhaps more so in America than in Europe, has always been about young sexuality. It's not true of theatre, but in America, film audiences are young. It's not an intellectual cinema in America. Jacqueline Bisset
the last at last seen of himhimself unseen by himand of himself"A rest. The last Mr. Murphy saw of Mr. Endon was Mr. Murphy unseen by Mr. Endon. This was also the last Murphy saw of Murphy."A rest. The relation between Mr. Murphy and Mr. Endon could not have better summed up than by the former's sorrow at seeing himself in the latter's immunity from seeing anything but himself."A long rest. Mr. Murphy is a speck in Mr. Endon's unseen. Samuel Beckett
Alice Walker quote: "I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a..."
I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it. Alice Walker
...the reading, the observing, the living from day to day. It was something that had been born into her and her only - the something different from anyone else in the two families. It was what God or whatever is His equivalent puts into each soul that is given life - the one different thing such as that which makes no two fingerprints on the face of the earth alike. Betty Smith
Steig Larsson quote: "Martin was dafter than a syphilitic polecat - where do I get..."
Martin was dafter than a syphilitic polecat - where do I get these metaphors from? Steig Larsson
Denis Diderot quote: "His hands would plait the priest's guts, if he had no rope, to..."
His hands would plait the priest's guts, if he had no rope, to strangle kings. Denis Diderot
History of the world is the biography of the great man. And I said: The great man always act like a thunder. He storms the skies, while others are waiting to be stormed. Thomas Carlyle
The true genius shudders at incompleteness? imperfection? and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not every thing that should be said. Edgar Allan Poe
At least for a while the road must be trod, but it will be very hard. And neither strength nor wisdom will carry us far upon it. This quest may be attempted by the weak with as much hope as the strong. Yet such is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere. J. R. R. Tolkien
Francis Quarles quote: "And he repents in thorns that sleeps in beds of roses."
And he repents in thorns that sleeps in beds of roses. Francis Quarles
Confucius quote: "He who is concerned only with the purity of his own life ruins..."
He who is concerned only with the purity of his own life ruins the great human relations. Confucius
The next time someone uses denial of citizenship as a weapon or brandishes the special status conferred upon him by the accident of birth, ask him this: What have you done lately to earn it? Eric Liu
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I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair. Evel Knievel
How Horrid" has a slightly facetious tone that strikes me as Wildean. It appears to embrace the actual horror--puberty, public disgrace--then at the last second nimbly sidesteps it, laughing. Alison Bechdel
Happy, Muriel? No, not happy. Your aim is wrong. There is no such thing as happiness. Life bends joy and pain, beauty and ugliness, in such a way that no one may isolate them. No one should want to. Perfect joy, or perfect pain, with no contrasting element to define them, would mean a monotony of consciousness, would mean death. Jean Toomer