The Daily Nietzsche

A collection of quotations from good ol' Nietzsche.

[fyp-philosophy]

What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneliness, and say, ‘This life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned and you with it, dust of the dust!’ Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse that demon? Or would you answer, ‘Never have I heard anything more divine’?

Friedrich Nietzsche (via fyp-philosophy)

[soycrates]

There are no words to explain how I feel about this.

[dailynietzsche]

“Women are deep. Why? Because you never get down to the bottom of them. Women aren’t even shallow.”

—F. Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols, “Arrows and Epigrams,” §27.

[gan-edhen-deactivated20150419]

>that theory when no gf

[existentialism-info]

[thedailynietzsche]

The task of painting the picture of life, often as it has been attempted by poets and philosophers, is nevertheless irrational. Even in the hands of the greatest artist-thinkers, pictures and miniatures of one life only -- their own -- have come into being, and indeed no other result is possible.

Friedrich Nietzsche in Human, All Too Human, Part Two, Miscellaneous Maxims and Opinions

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Like a stranger and an outcast, I move among them not one of their words or looks reaches me any longer. I am dumb for no one understands my speech ah, but they never did understand me! Or does the same fate bear the same burden on its soul? It is terrible to be condemned to silence when one has so much to say […] Was I made for solitude or for a life in which there was no one to whom I could speak? The inability to communicate one’s thoughts is in very truth the most terrible of all kinds of loneliness.

Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

[thedailynietzsche]

Why do we overestimate love to the disadvantage of justice, saying the nicest things about it, as if it were a far higher essence than justice? Isn't love obviously more foolish? Of course, but for just that reason so much more pleasant for everyone.

Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human, Part One, On the History of Moral Feelings

[thedailynietzsche]

Our crime against criminals is that we treat them like scoundrels.

Friedrich Nietzsche in Human, All Too Human, Part One, On the History of Moral Feelings

[thedailynietzsche]

He whose intellect is really free will think freely about the intellect itself, and will not shut his eyes to certain terrible aspects of its source and tendency.

Friedrich Nietzsche in Human, All Too Human, Part Two, Miscellaneous Maxims and Opinions

[thedailynietzsche]

If we make it clear to anyone that...he can never speak of truth, but only of probability and its degrees, we generally discover...how greatly men prefer the uncertainty of their intellectual horizon, and how in their heart of hearts they hate the truth because of its definiteness. Is this due to a secret fear felt by all that the light of truth may at some time be turned to brightly upon themselves?...Or is it to be traced to their horror of the all-too-brilliant light, to which their crepuscular, easily dazzled, bat-like souls are not accustomed, so that hate it they must?

Friedrich Nietzsche in Human, All Too Human, Part Two, Miscellaneous Maxims and Opinions

[thedailynietzsche]

He who realises at last how long and how thoroughly he has been befooled, embraces out of spite even the ugliest reality. So that in the long run of the world's history the best men have always been wooers of reality, for the best have always been longest and most thoroughly deceived.

Friedrich Nietzsche in Human, All Too Human, Part Two, Miscellaneous Maxims and Opinions

[thedailynietzsche]

...I, as physician and invalid in one, forced myself into an utterly different and untried zone of the soul, and particularly into an absorbing journey to a strange land, a strange atmosphere, into a curiosity for all that was strange.

Friedrich Nietzche in Human, All Too Human, Part Two, Preface

[thedailynietzsche]

Lonely now and miserably self-distrustful, I took sides, not without resentment, against myself and for everything that hurt me and was hard to me.

Friedrich Nietzsche in Human, All Too Human, Part Two, Preface

[thedailynietzsche]

But we who are of a mixed nature, sometimes aglow with fire and sometimes chilled by intellect, we want to kneel down before justice, as the only goddess whom we recognise above us. Usually the fire in us makes us unjust, and in the sense of that goddess, impure; never may we touch her hand in this condition...ashamed, we offer her our pain as a penance and a sacrifice, when the fire burns us and tries to consume us. It is the intellect that saves us from turning utterly to burnt-out coals; here and there it pulls us away from justice's sacrificial altar... Redeemed from the fire, we then stride on, driven by the intellect, from opinion to opinion, through the change of sides, as noble traitors to all things that can ever be betrayed--and yet with no feeling of guilt.

Friedrich Nietzsche in Human, All Too Human, Part One, Section Nine

[thedailynietzsche]

This is an appreciation post

For my followers. Thank you for following me through my totally sporadic posting. I've recently gotten a lot of new followers, so hi there. I'm Marina. I'm a dietetics student at CSU Chico, so I'm a very busy lady. And yeah, thanks for sticking around!

[thedailynietzsche]

Out of passions grow opinions; mental sloth lets these rigidify into convictions.

Friedrich Nietzsche in Human, All Too Human, Part I, Section Nine

[thedailynietzsche]

Clever people may learn the results of science as much as they like, one still sees from their conversation, especially from their hypotheses in conversation that they lack the scientific spirit. They do not have that instinctive mistrust of the wrong ways of thinking, a mistrust which, as a consequence of long practice, has put its roots deep into the soul of every scientific man.

Friedrich Nietzsche in Human, All Too Human, Part I, Section Nine