Dec 15, 2006 13:57
To define myself in three words: useless, worthless, disapointment.
I suppose I could also add the persistent void of balance.
Philosophies:
Love is nothing more than a mere bottle from which one drinks, remaining drunk, but never satisfied.
Trust lurks as the most immense fragility; and in times of questioning or violation, uncertainty will completely make numb all feeling.
To love is to lie, and to kiss is to bring to life and seal, with bitter poison, the craved illusion of bonding.
The written word is its own philosophy and in the form of poetry can be over-analytical; it is in too much realization awaits sure to come depression.
With no self-identity there can be no art of pure passion.
Sadness is a disease cured only by the silencing of thought. Aspirations are the aid to discontinue being distraught.
Schopenhauer Philosophies:
Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people.
Nature shows that with the growth of intelligence comes increased capacity for pain, and it is only with the highest degree of intelligence that suffering reaches its supreme point.
Boredom is just the reverse side of fascination: both depend on being outside rather than inside a situation, and one leads to the other.
Every possession and every happiness is but lent by chance for an uncertain time, and may therefore be demanded back the next hour.
The greatest achievements of the human mind are generally received with distrust.
Will minus intellect constitutes vulgarity.
It is a clear gain to sacrifice pleasure in order to avoid pain.
The more unintelligent a man is, the less mysterious existence seems to him.
They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person.