Christianity remains to this day the greatest misfortune of humanity.
Friedrich NietzscheRead
Whoever despises himself nonetheless respects himself as one who despises.
Interpretation
Self-despair can coexist with self-respect in one's ability to critique oneself.
This quote by Friedrich Nietzsche suggests that even someone who holds a negative view of themselves possesses a form of self-respect through their ability to acknowledge and critique their own flaws. The act of despising oneself indicates a reflection and awareness of personal shortcomings, revealing a complex relationship between self-perception and self-respect.
In practice
In a psychological discussion about the nature of self-esteem.
Christianity remains to this day the greatest misfortune of humanity.
That which does not kill us makes us stronger.
Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.
Watch them clamber, these swift monkeys! They clamber over one another and thus drag one another into the mud and the depth. They all want to get to the throne: that is their madness β as if happiness sat on the throne. Often, mud sits on the throne β and often the throne also on mud. Mad they all appear to me, clambering monkeys and overardent. Foul smells their idol, the cold monster: foul, they smell to me altogether, these idolators.
Reason is the cause of our falsification of the evidence of the senses. In so far as the senses show becoming, passing away, change, they do not lie.
The anarchist and the Christian have a common origin.
Two prisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means of communication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.
Patriotism, when it wants to make itself felt in the domain of learning, is a dirty fellow who should be thrown out of doors.
I mean in the South African case, many of those who were part of death squads would have been respectable members of their white community, people who went to church on Sunday, every Sunday.
Life is a spark between two identical voids, the darkness before birth and the one after death.
Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death - ought to decide, indeed, to earn one's death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life.
All descriptions of reality are temporary hypotheses.
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.