Friedrich Nietzsche

“He whom the flame of jealousy encompasses, will at last, like the scorpion, turn the poisoned sting against himself.”

“Kalian tak akan pernah bahagia karena kesalahan kalian di masa lalu.”

“Intoxicating joy it is for the sufferer to look away from his suffering and forget himself. Intoxicating joy and self-forgetting, the world once seemed to me.”

“But in the loneliest desert happens the second metamorphosis: here the spirit becomes a lion; he will seize his freedom and be master in his own wilderness.”

“What is heavy? so asks the spirit that would bear much, and then kneels down like the camel, and wants to be well laden.”

“Or is it this: To be sick and send away the comforters, and to make friends of the deaf, who never hear your requests?”

“Or is it this: To feed on the acorns and grass of knowledge, and for the sake of truth to suffer hunger in one's soul?”

“On a political sickbed a people is usually rejuvenated and rediscovers its spirit, after having gradually lost it in seeking and preserving power. Culture owes its peaks to politically weak ages.”

“Life is a journey so everyone is a tourist”

“Wer sich einmal anschaulich macht, wie nach Sokrates, dem Mystagogen der Wissenschaft, eine Philosophenschule nach der anderen, wie Welle auf Welle, sich ablöst, wie eine nie geahnte Universalität der Wissensgier in dem weitesten Bereich der gebildeten Welt und als eigentliche Aufgabe für jeden höher Befähigten die Wissenschaft auf die hohe See führte, von der sie niemals seitdem wieder völlig vertrieben werden konnte, wie durch diese Universalität erst ein gemeinsames Netz des Gedankens über den gesammten Erdball, ja mit Ausblicken auf die Gesetzlichkeit eines ganzen Sonnensystems, gespannt wurde; wer dies Alles, sammt der erstaunlich hohen Wissenspyramide der Gegenwart, sich vergegenwärtigt, der kann sich nicht entbrechen, in Sokrates den einen Wendepunkt und Wirbel der sogenannten Weltgeschichte zu sehen.”

“Only ideas won by walking have any value.”

“One must reach out and try to grasp this astonishing finesse, that the value of life cannot be estimated.”

“Whoever extolls him as a God of love, does not think highly enough of love itself.”

“This book belongs to the most rare of men. Perhaps not one of them is yet alive. It is possible that they may be among those who understand my “Zarathustra”: how could I confound myself with those who are now sprouting ears?—First the day after tomorrow must come for me. Some men are born posthumously.”

“let man fear woman when she loves. then she bears every sacrifice and every other thing she accounts valueless.”

“And when he invented his hell, that was his heaven on earth.”

“What can everyone do? Praise and blame. This is human virtue, this is human madness.”

“Those who know that they are profound strive for clarity. Those who would like to seem profound to the crowd strive for obscurity. For the crowd believes that if it cannot see to the bottom of something it must be profound. It is so timid and dislikes going into the water.”

“2. "HOW COULD anything originate out of its opposite? For example, truth out of error? or the Will to Truth out of the will to deception? or the generous deed out of selfishness? or the pure sun-bright vision of the wise man out of covetousness? Such genesis is impossible; whoever dreams of it is a fool, nay, worse than a fool; things of the highest value must have a different origin, an origin of THEIR own—in this transitory, seductive, illusory, paltry world, in this turmoil of delusion and cupidity, they cannot have their source. But rather in the lap of Being, in the intransitory, in the concealed God, in the 'Thing-in-itself— THERE must be their source, and nowhere else!"—”

“Sicknesses, especially those affecting nerves and head, are signs that the defensive strength of the strong natures is lacking; precisely this is suggested by irritability, so pleasure and displeasure become foreground problems.”

“Go your ways! and let the people and peoples go theirs!- gloomy ways, verily, on which not a single hope glints any more!”

“He who obeys, does not listen to himself!”

“He who is a firstling is ever sacrificed.”

“What then is truth? A movable host of metaphors, metonymies, and anthropomorphisms: in short, a sum of human relations which have been poetically and rhetorically intensified, transferred, and embellished, and which, after long usage, seem to a people to be fixed, canonical, and binding. Truths are illusions which we have forgotten are illusions — they are metaphors that have become worn out and have been drained of sensuous force.”

“Here is the great city: here have you nothing to seek and everything to lose.”

“And must I not conceal myself like one who has swallowed gold- lest my soul should be ripped up?”

“In revenge and in love woman is more barbaric than man is.”

“The higher man is distinguished from the lower by his fearlessness and his readiness to challenge misfortune.”

“When he judged himself, that was his supreme moment.”

“Dostoevsky,the only psychologist from whom I've anything to learn.”

“spirit and his solitude, and for ten years did not weary of it. But finally he had a change of heart”

“Sharp and mild, dull and keen,well known and strange, dirty and clean,where both the fool and wise are seen:All this am I, have ever been, -in me dove, snake and swine convene!”

“The consequences of our actions take hold of us, quite indifferent to our claim that meanwhile we have 'improved.”

“4. The falseness of an opinion is not for us any objection to it: it is here, perhaps, that our new language sounds most strangely. The question is, how far an opinion is life-furthering, life- preserving, species-preserving, perhaps species-rearing, and we are fundamentally inclined to maintain that the falsest opinions (to which the synthetic judgments a priori belong), are the most indispensable to us, that without a recognition of logical fictions, without a comparison of reality with the purely IMAGINED world of the absolute and immutable, without a constant counterfeiting of the world by means of numbers, man could not live—that the renunciation of false opinions would be a renunciation of life, a negation of life. TO RECOGNISE UNTRUTH AS A CONDITION OF LIFE; that is certainly to impugn the traditional ideas of value in a dangerous manner, and a philosophy which ventures to do so, has thereby alone placed itself beyond good and evil.”

“Dari semua yang tertulis, aku hanya mencintai apa yang ditulis seseorang dengan darahnya sendiri.” --Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)”

“The Greeks are interesting and extremely important because they reared such a vast number of great individuals. How was this possible? This question is one which ought to be studied”

“Mankind ought constantly to be striving to produce Great Men --this and nothing else is its duty”

“To be sure, I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but (s)he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”

“... first learn to construct the parts properly before it ventures to fashion a great whole; ...”

“Free, dost thou call thyself? Thy ruling thought would I hear of, and not that thou hast escaped from a yoke.Art thou one ENTITLED to escape from a yoke? Many a one hath cast away his final worth when he hath cast away his servitude.Free from what? What doth that matter to Zarathustra! Clearly, however, shall thine eye show unto me: free FOR WHAT?”

“(Broad daylight; breakfast; return of cheerfulness and bons sens; Plato blushes for shame; all free spirits run riot.)”

“Something unappeased, unappeasable, is within me.”

“A mentira mais habitual é aquela com que alguém engana a si mesmo; enganar os outros é, relativamente, a exceção.”

“Para o homem que tem uma convicção, ela é a sua espinha dorsal.”

“The essential element in the black art of obscurantism is not that it wants to darken individual understanding, but that it wants to blacken our picture of the world, and darken our idea of existence.”

“[I]n nooks all over the earth sit men who are waiting, scarcely knowing in what way they are waiting, much less that they are waiting in vain. Occasionally the call that awakens– that accident which gives the “permission to act — comes too late, when the best youth and strength for action has already been used up by sitting still; and many have found to their horror when they ‘leaped up’ that their limbs had gone to sleep and their spirit had become to heavy. ‘It is too late,’ they said to themselves, having lost their faith in themselves and henceforth forever useless.”

“Care-s singurele lucruri pe care le putem eterniza? Ah, numai cele care tocmai se ofilesc şi-ncep să-şi piardă parfumul! Ah, doar furtuni ce se îndepărtează vlăguite şi sentimente târzii, gălbejite! Ah, numai păsări ostenite de zbor, rătăcite-n zbor, păsări care se lasă prinse-n mână, - în mâna noastră! Noi imortalizăm cele ce nu mai au mult de trăit şi de zburat, numai lucruri istovite şi răscoapte! Şi numai pentru a putea picta după-amiaza voastră, voi, gânduri ale mele scrise şi pictate...”

“Interpreting myself, I always readMyself into my books. I clearly needSome help. But all who climb on their own wayCarry my image, too, into the breaking day.”

“Spaima profundă şi suspicioasă de scufundare într-un pesimism incurabil este cea care constrânge întregi secole să se tină cu dinţii de o interpretare religioasă a existentei: acea spaimă a instinctului care îşi închipuie că s-ar putea ajunge prea devreme în posesia adevărului, mai înainte ca omul să fi devenit îndeajuns de puternic, îndeajuns de dur, îndeajuns de artist... Considerată din acest punct de vedere, pietatea, "viaţa întru Dumnezeu“ ar apărea ca fiind cel din urmă şi cel mai rafinat produs al spaimei de adevăr, ca o divinizare şi o beţie artistică în faţa celei mai consecvente falsificări posibile, ca o vrere de răsturnare a adevărului, o vrere spre neadevăr cu orice preţ. Poate că nici n-a existat până acum vreun mijloc mai eficace pentru înfrumuseţarea omului ca pietatea însăşi: prin pietate omul se poate transfigura într-o asemenea măsură în artă şi superficie, în joc de culori, în bunătate, încât priveliştea pe care o oferă să nu mai provoace suferinţă.”

“Fiecare epocă îşi are felul ei propriu de adorabilă naivitate pe care celelalte secole i-o invidiază: - şi cât de multă naivitate respectabilă, puerilă şi infinit de prostească se află în această credinţă a savantului în superioritatea sa, în buna-credinţă a toleranţei sale, în siguranţa neştiutoare şi candidă cu care îl tratează instinctiv pe omul religios ca pe un tip mediocru şi inferior, pe care el l-a întrecut, l-a ocolit, l-a depăşit, - el, micul spiriduş arogant, plebeul sprinten şi harnic, meşteşugarul intelectual şi manual al „ideilor“, al „ideilor moderne“!”