Weird Philosophy Quotes

I'm very polite by nature, even the voices in my head let each other finish their sentences.

I'm looking into my past lives. I'm convinced some of them still owe me money.

I know I shouldn’t introduce my own memoir with this amount of insecurity, but my personal life philosophy is always to assume the worst, then you’re never disappointed. BAM! Highlight that previous sentence, baby!

I didn't want to do it,' Kiala said. 'The universe just kind of conspired to force me to make a fool of myself. It does that quite a lot, actually.

The Pythagoreans, you have to remember, were extremely weird. Their philosophy was a chunky stew of things we’d now call mathematics, things we’d now call religion, and things we’d now call mental illness.

Across the board... Not junkies or freaks, but people who were just as comfortable with drugs like weed, booze, or coke as we are - and we're not weird, are we? Hell no, we're just overworked professionals who need to relax now and then, have a bit of the whoop and the giggle, right?

The ray of light has to know where it will ultimately end up before it can choose the direction to begin moving in" "Fermat's principle sounds weird because it describes light's behavior in goal-oriented terms. It sounds like a commandment to a light beam: "Thou shalt minimize or maximize the time taken to reach thy destination.

The components of a philosophy must stand or fall on their own internal consistency or empirical support, regardless of the founder’s or followers’ personality quirks or moral inconsistencies.

but my personal life philosophy is always to assume the worst, then you’re never disappointed. BAM!

my personal life philosophy is always to assume the worst, then you’re never disappointed. BAM! Highlight that previous sentence, baby! It’ll be one of many quotable life-nuggets you’ll be able to pull from this thing.

The streets of Copenhagen are filled with people who oddly look not like Prince Hamlet and Ophelia, and that strikes the cord of bizarre sadness within your heart, and drives you into the weirdly unsettled state.

Walpurgis Night, when, according to the belief of millions of people, the devil was abroad - when the graves were opened and the dead came forth and walked. When all evil things of earth and air and water held revel. This very place the driver had specially shunned. This was the depopulated village of centuries ago. This was where the suicide lay; and this was the place where I was, alone - unmanned, shivering with cold in a shroud of snow with a wild storm gathering again upon me! It took all my philosophy, all the religion I had been taught, all my courage, not to collapse in a paroxysm of fright. (Dracula's Guest)

Some people can change, others will always be the same. The difficulty is in figuring out which type they are. - The Malwatch

The VVV Visors had the weird knack of twisting your worldview: the more you looked at the world through their tangerine lenses, the more reality distorted and shifted to fit your new point of view. This made Veravisum Virtual Visors incredibly unreliable, given their proclivity to redact your reality, confirm your private opinions and magnify your cognitive bias.

In symbolic terms, Great Cthulhu should replace Minerva as the patron spirit of philosophers, and the Miskatonic must dwarf the Rhine and the Ister as our river of choice. Since Heidegger’s treatment of Hölderlin resulted mostly in pious, dreary readings, philosophy needs a new literary hero.”44

Let us be wild and weird with love for humanity.

my personal life philosophy is always to assume the worst, then you’re never disappointed.

Misfits Change the World Every. Single. Day.

Nature has endowed the human with A HEART to detect the sensibility of feelings and A WEIRD MIND to contemplate ....so be A REAL HUMAN BEING.

Anger is not always bad, as long as it's directed at things that need changed and used in short doses so it doesn't consume your thoughts. - The Malwatch

I grow spines when I'm sad. I don't like people trying to comfort me. It just makes me more upset. - The Malwatch

If winning the race won't please you, then why are you running like your life depends on it? - The Malwatch

To do nothing, to be complacent, is to act in a way that supports the way things are. - The Malwatch

When you finally jump out of the pond and see trees for the first time, how would you describe them to your former companions in the pond who have only seen moss till now? Weird large frames covered with moss?

Nor, says Nora, do we want commonplace tales of hausfrau Angst, of the woman heroically making over her life with a handsome new lover, a beautiful child, a happy ending. Instead, we shall have murder and mayhem, plots and sub-plots, a mad woman in the attic, purloined diamonds, lost birthrights, heroic dogs, a soupçon of sex, a suspicion of philosophy.

It is nothing new, these vital lies men tell themselves, muttering and mumbling them like charms and incantations against the powers of Night. The voodoos and medicine men and the devil-devil doctors were the fathers of metaphysics. Night and the Noseless One were ogres that beset the way of light and life. And the metaphysicians would win by if they had to tell lies to do it. They were vexed by the brazen law of the Ecclesiast that men die like the beasts of the field and their end is the same. Their creeds were their schemes, their religions their nostrums, their philosophies their devices, by which they half-believed they would outwit the Noseless One and the Night. "Bog-lights, vapours of mysticism, psychic overtones, soul orgies, wailings among the shadows, weird gnosticisms, veils and tissues of words, gibbering subjectivisms, gropings and maunderings, ontological fantasies, pan-psychic hallucinations—this is the stuff, the phantasms of hope, that fills your bookshelves. Look at them, all the sad wraiths of sad mad men and passionate rebels—your Schopenhauers, your Strindbergs, your Tolstois and Nietzsches. "Come. Your glass is empty. Fill and forget.

And, of course, philosophy attracted exactly the wrong kind of girls for Bob – earnest intellectual ones, for example, who wanted to discuss Foucault and Adorno and other people Bob had tried very hard not to hear of. If Bob could have designed a girl he would have started by getting rid of her vocal cords.

Life is a weird place, what gonna happen next? No one knows it and nothing is guaranteed.

my personal life philosophy is always to assume the worst, then you’re never disappointed

(Side note: So much of philosophy involves investigating embarrassing human activities and inclinations. We really are weird little creatures.)

My gynecologist said my pussy looks weird.

Don't claw your eyes out trying to prove you can fly blind. You can do that just by closing them. - The Malwatch

The truth belongs not to the one who think they are most right, but to the one most willing to prove their truth is reliably predictive of future outcomes. - The Malwatch

Life is but a series of dreams, and dreams are but a reflection of life. - The Malwatch

Even the horrendous can be admired for just how very horrendous it is. - The Malwatch

Take each dream for what it is and don't drag the dirt from other dreams into it before you've even seen what it has to offer. - The Malwatch

Without my dreams, I am without gills to breath and drowning in the sea of other's minds. - The Malwatch

Collect the unusual so you have things to ponder. - The Malwatch

Dreams can be lost in the Milieu, but they can always be found again. - The Malwatch

Dreams aren't an escape from reality, they're a reflection of what we want reality to be. - The Malwatch

With crippled wings, sometimes you have to fall to fly. - The Malwatch

When lonely, we make company out of phantoms. - The Malwatch

Don't bit your sentences, or swallow your words, lest you choke on them. - The Malwatch

Don't hide bones in a friend's bed unless you want to make an enemy of them. - The Malwatch

Don't land on a branch until you know if can bear your weight. - The Malwatch

If you can not be content with the form of you own mind, you should spend some time figuring out why. - The Malwatch

If you pluck and sell you feathers to climb to the top, you won't be able to fly when someone shoves you off. - The Malwatch

No one can do everything, but everyone can do something. - The Malwatch

Dreams are mirrors that show the truth behind the social facade of their creators. - The Malwatch

Forgiving someone is to give them a second chance. If someone forgives you, don't wast it. You probably won't get a third chance. - The Malwatch

Value won't buy happiness, but it will buy contentment by eliminating needs and allowing want to flourish into dreams. - The Malwatch

Rain is nice. It washes away the grime of life. - The Malwatch.

Befriend the ones who linger in the same dreams you do. They're often of like mind. - The Malwatch

There's only so much of yourself to give, be prudent what you spend it on. - The Malwatch

Dreams are only manifested by actions. Simply wishing them to exist won't accomplish much. - The Malwatch

Some people have no humor, because they know every joke at another's expense is born from a truth that causes pain. - The Malwatch

The more you learn, the less weapons your enemies will have to wield against you. - The Malwatch

There's no such thing as perfection. Perfection implies there is only one correct way to do something, and that's never the case. - The Malwatch.

The sky isn't the limit, your form is, but you can make it into something else to proceed in a different way. - The Malwatch

Treat a hatchling like the smaller adult you want them to be and they will grow into the role. - The Malwatch

Truth and lies both shape reality, but one brings stability and the other chaos. - The Malwatch

Use your wings often, or you'll forget how to fly. - The Malwatch

Don't expect a glass barrier to stop anything. They're notoriously fragile and won't stand a chance against a determined dreammaker. - The Malwatch

Everyone occasionally misjudges a jump and falls. Just shake the dust out of your fur and try again. - The Malwatch

A logical method is madness to one who isn't taught to understand it. - The Malwatch

Words mean nothing, if you don't do something to give them meaning. - The Malwatch

You're only old when your dreams become dull. - The Malwatch

I love when the air smells like dreams. The possibilities I can taste on the wind then are enticing and I just want to flare my wings and let them lift me into the sky. - The Malwatch

Some people fly to survive the monsters lurking on the ground, some fly to enjoy the freedom of the air. Either way, both are flying, and I consider that better than walking. - The Malwatch

Sean: Yeah? You got a lady now? Will: Yeah, I went on a date last week. Sean: How'd it go? Will: Fine. Sean: Well, are you going out again? Will: I don't know. Sean: Why not? Will: Haven't called her. Sean: Jesus Christ, you are an amateur. Will: I know what I'm doing. She's different from the other girls I met. We have a really good time. She's smart, beautiful, fun... Sean: So Christ, call her up. Will: Why? So I can realize she's not so smart. That she's boring. You don't get it. Right now she's perfect, I don't want to ruin that. Sean: And right now you're perfect too. Maybe you don't want to ruin that. Well, I think that's a great philosophy Will, that way you can go through your entire life without ever having to really know anybody. My wife used to turn the alarm clock off in her sleep. I was late for work all the time because in the middle of the night she'd roll over and turn the damn thing off. Eventually I got a second clock and put it under my side of the bed, but it got to where she was gettin' to that one too. She was afraid of the dark, so the closet light was on all night. Thing kept me up half the night. Eventually I'd fall asleep, out of sheer exhaustion and not wake up when I was supposed to cause she'd have already gotten to my alarms. My wife's been dead two years, Will. And when I think about her, those are the things I think about most. Little idiosyncrasies that only I knew about. Those made her my wife. And she had the goods on me too. Little things I do out of habit. People call these things imperfections Will. It's just who we are. And we get to choose who we're going to let into out weird little worlds. You're not perfect. And let me save you the suspense, this girl you met isn't either. The question is, whether or not you're perfect for each other. You can know everything in the world, but the only way you're findin' that one out is by giving it a shot. You sure won't get the answer from an old fucker like me. And even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you. Will: Why not? You told me every other fuckin' thing. You talk more than any shrink I ever met. Sean: I teach this shit, I didn't say I knew how to do it. Will: You ever think about gettin' remarried? Sean: My wife's dead. Will: Hence, the word remarried. Sean: My wife's dead. Will: Well I think that's a wonderful philosophy, Sean. That way you can go through the rest of your life without having to really know anyone. Sean: Time's up.

It's impossible to find out who you are in life, because there is nothing to find. You are only ever what you shaped yourself into, so shape yourself to be what you want to be. - The Malwatch

Anger motivates as well as any other emotion in the short term. It's in longer doses that it's more poisonous than the others and will slowly eat away at you from the inside out. - The Malwatch

If a relationship is always demanding more of you, and nothing is ever just good enough, you should probably start looking for ways to get out of it, because it's not a healthy relationship. - The Malwatch

It's impossible to make everyone happy, so instead, only bother trying to make happy those whose opinions you care about. And if you didn't put yourself on that list you may want to reconsider your priorities. - The Malwatch

You succeed only a fraction of the number of times you make an attempt at something. To increase your chances of success, you must increase your number of attempts, which means also increasing the number of your failures. - The Malwatch

It’s weird,” she said, “the way sometimes you’re in your life, but other times you’re looking back at it like a spectator. It kind of goes back and forth, back and forth.” “And then you die.” She laughed a little. “Yes. And then you die.

There is a philosophy by which many people live their lives, and it is this: life is a shit sandwich, but the more bread you've got, the less shit you have to eat. These people are often selfish brats as kids, and they don't get better with age: think of the shifty-eyed smarmy asshole from the sixth form who grow up to be a merchant banker, or an estate agent, or one of the Conservative Party funny-handshake mine's a Rolex brigade. (This isn't to say that all estate agents, or merchant bankers, or conservatives are selfish, but that these are ways of life that provide opportunities of a certain disposition to enrich themselves at the expense of others. Bear with me.) There is another philosophy by which people live their lives, and it goes thus: You will do as I say or I will hurt you. . . . Let me draw you a Venn diagram with two circles on it, denoting sets of individuals. They overlap: the greedy ones and the authoritarian ones. Let's shade in the intersecting area in a different color and label it: dangerous. Greed isn't automatically dangerous on its won, and petty authoritarians aren't usually dangerous outside their immediate vicinity -- but when you combine the two, you get gangsters and dictators and hate-spewing preachers.

Dreamers don't want to reveal their secrets to strangers, but they're eager to share them with friends. If you find yourself in the confidence of a dreamer, they'll readily share with you the many worlds they live in. They may even let you help shape some of them. - The Malwatch

City of Vassillian a party of five sage princes with four horses. The princes, who are of course brave, noble and wise, travel widely in distant lands, fight giant ogres, pursue exotic philosophies, take tea with weird gods and rescue beautiful monsters from ravening princesses before finally announcing that they have achieved enlightenment and that their wanderings are therefore accomplished. The second, and much longer, part of each song would then tell of all their bickerings about which one of them is going to have to walk back. All this lay in the planet’s remote past.

Not everyone contributes in the same way. Originators create new ideas, amplifiers spread those ideas, and supporters stabilize them to prevent them from fading out of existence. All are equally important roles, and without any one of them, the world would stagnate around us. - The Malwatch

Thoughts cannot be changed. They are the product of our experiences. But how we apply those thoughts to the world, and the actions we take based on the, can change the thoughts we have in the future. Don't attack yourself for how you think, decide how you will act with those thoughts in you head. - The Malwatch

I have been vehemently accused by people who didn’t understand me of not believing in anything. I don’t believe in anything. This is not a statement of existential hopelessness for which you should light a candle for me at night. It’s a strategy for not getting bogged down in some weird trip. After all, what is the basis for believing anything? I mean, you have to understand: You’re a monkey. In some kind of a biological situation where everything has been evolved to serve the economy of survival—this is not a philosophy course. So belief is a curious reaction to the present at hand. It isn’t to be believed, it’s to be dealt with—experienced and modeled.

No weird cultural aberration produced Nazism. No intellectual lunatic fringe miraculously overwhelmed a civilized country. It is modern philosophy—not some peripheral aspect of it, but the most central of its mainstreams—which turned the Germans into a nation of killers. The land of poets and philosophers was brought down by its poets and philosophers.

Simultaneously, scientists have studied the mental states of people considered to be healthy and normative. However, most relevant researches have been conducted on people from Western, educated, industrialised, rich and democratic (WEIRD) societies, who do not constitute a representative sample of humanity. The study of the human mind has so far assumed that Homo sapiens is Homer Simpson. A

The very first thing I remember in my early childhood is a flame, a blue flame jumping off a gas stove somebody lit... I remember being shocked by the whoosh of the blue flame jumping off the burner, the suddenness of it... I saw that flame and felt that hotness of it close to my face. I felt fear, real fear, for the first time in my life. But I remember it also like some kind of adventure, some kind of weird joy, too. I guess that experience took me someplace in my head I hadn't been before... The fear I had was almost like an invitation, a challenge to go forward into something I knew nothing about. That's where I think my personal philosophy of life and my commitment to everything I believe in started... In my mind I have always believed and thought since then that my motion had to be forward, away from the heat of that flame.

• Frank Herbert is a philosopher. • He’s a philosopher, not just in the way that everyone can have a “philosophy” of something or other, but an honest-togoodness philosopher, and he uses novels to construct and communicate his philosophy. • Herbert’s Dune saga is a work of philosophy that interacts primarily with the ideas of Friedrich Nietzsche and the way in which Nietzsche’s ideas about humanity could be understood in light of the horrors of the twentith century.

Racism watching is a puzzle solving activity and often involves debunking pseudo-science. The investigator must try to figure out what makes people believe in weird ideas. As Stieg said in an interview, ‘Fifty years later, people still believe in this; the whole Neo-Nazi movement. There is absolutely no sense in this. They do it contrary to everything science tells us. Contrary to human goodness or altruism, contrary to rational thinking. And this is fascinating, why?

born and raised in Honolulu but had spent four years of his childhood flying kites and catching crickets in Indonesia. After high school, he’d passed two relatively laid-back years as a student at Occidental College in Los Angeles before transferring to Columbia, where by his own account he’d behaved nothing like a college boy set loose in 1980s Manhattan and instead lived like a sixteenth-century mountain hermit, reading lofty works of literature and philosophy in a grimy apartment on 109th Street, writing bad poetry, and fasting on Sundays. We laughed about all of it, swapping stories about our backgrounds and what led us to the law. Barack was serious without being self-serious. He was breezy in his manner but powerful in his mind. It was a strange, stirring combination. Surprising to me, too, was how well he knew Chicago. Barack was the first person I’d met at Sidley who had spent time in the barbershops, barbecue joints, and Bible-thumping black parishes of the Far South Side. Before going to law school, he’d worked in Chicago for three years as a community organizer, earning $12,000 a year from a nonprofit that bound together a coalition of churches. His task was to help rebuild neighborhoods and bring back jobs. As he described it, it had been two parts frustration to one part reward: He’d spend weeks planning a community meeting, only to have a dozen people show up. His efforts were scoffed at by union leaders and picked apart by black folks and white folks alike. Yet over time, he’d won a few incremental victories, and this seemed to encourage him. He was in law school, he explained, because grassroots organizing had shown him that meaningful societal change required not just the work of the people on the ground but stronger policies and governmental action as well. Despite my resistance to the hype that had preceded him, I found myself admiring Barack for both his self-assuredness and his earnest demeanor. He was refreshing, unconventional, and weirdly elegant.

A fatal mistake in the history of the world which at the current moment still continues to be made is the confusion of the nation with its ethnicity. A nation can be made of many enthicities; tribes unite and divide all the time, and they go from one nation to another; or they just live on the territories of two or other nations, which further helps with the process of fusion of other different countries altogether. The examples are almost everywhere you look. But when a certain type of ethnicity gets confused that it is the nation, it almost certainly leads to discrimination, conflicts, racism and over all pretty bad and nasty things. The same thing happens when an ethnicity which lives in the territory of a certain nation starts to capsulate itself (to deny its belongings to any type of nation), or to seek a national identity elsewhere—then we have separatism.

But why hadn't the TV set reverted instead to formless metals and plastics? Those, after all, were its constituents; it had been constructed out of them, not out of an earlier radio. Perhaps this weirdly verified a discarded ancient philosophy, that of Plato's ideal objects, the universals which, in each class, were real. The form TV set had been a template imposed as a successor to other templates, like the procession of frames in a movie sequence. Prior forms, he reflected, must carry on an invisible, residual life in every object. The past is latent, is submerged, but still there, capable of rising to the surface once the later imprinting unfortunately - and against ordinary experience - vanished. The man contains - not the boy - but earlier men, he thought. History began a long time ago.

Great poets are all philosophers too profound to systematize their ideas. Inside every dark visionary is a being of insidious reason waiting patiently for his host to die. From the cleft of the creative arises the categorical flower.

It is weird to me on how people will come to church frequently and have absolutely no desire or intention to change anything about their life based on what they experienced in the church.

Visit art galleries and museums Read history books and texts Devour autobiographies and biographies of people I admire who exhibit the character traits I value Take classes on anything that takes my fancy (I recently signed up for a stand-up comedy class. What?) Keep up to date on current affairs Study finance, the markets and business in general Hang out with old folks who have done stuff with their lives Go to watch opera, plays and dramas Study philosophy and some of the great thinkers of our time and past times Travel to fucking weird places where I can’t speak the language and hang out with the locals Watch documentaries on some of the weirdest subjects you can imagine

The Naurithiquent is like a flame. He is neither good nor bad, neither nice nor rude, neither generous nor cruel. He is, in fact, the perfect balance of two opposite sides. Many may think him weird, think him stupid, yet, the ones that know him the best, describes him as the boldest and fieriest of all.

Look to your internment in Quarantine as a blessing (I have no doubt you’ll weather the virus). It is a fortuitous opportunity to reflect on the poison flecking your tongue, and, if you can resist swallowing, perhaps one day the gates will open, hopefully by myself, and we can once again discuss philosophy into the wee hours of the night. Or perhaps you’ve already escaped and will plunge a knife into my back as I sign my valediction…

After the Disaster A picnic in the sequoias, light filtered into planes, and the canopy cut through. Fire raged in that place one month ago. Since I’d been there, I’d have to see it burning. Nature of events to brush against us like the leaves of aspens brush against each other in a grove full of them carved with the initials of people from the small weird town hikers only like for gas. Messages get past borders—water across the cut stem of the sent sunflower alive with good intentions. People who mistake clarity for certainty haven’t learned that listening isn’t taking a transcript, it’s not speech the voice longs for, it’s something deeper inside the throat. Now, from the beginning, recite the alphabet of everything you should have wanted, silverware, a husband, a house to live in like a castle, but I wanted fame among the brave. A winter night in desert light: trucks carving out air-corridors of headlight on the interstate at intervals only a vigil could keep. Constellations so clean you can see the possibilities denied. Talking about philosophy might never be dinner but can return your body to a state of wonder before sleep. The night reduced us to our elements. I wanted water, and whatever found itself unborn in me to stay alive.

Reason, when understood ontologically, takes on an entirely different meaning from the one conventionally assigned to it. It takes on the extra “dimensions” of emotion, perception, intuition, desire and will. All of these are involved in the intricate nexus for providing sufficient reasons for actions. People who don’t understand our work keep reducing reason to one dimension, which means that our central point that reason is ontological and explains everything – including love, human error, insanity, and everything else that, according to the conventional treatment of reason, has nothing to do with reason – has completely escaped them. Reason, in our system, is both syntactic (structural) and semantic (meaningful). Its semantic aspect is what gives it the capacity to generate all the weird and wonderful things that average people do not associate with reason. They regard reason in strictly syntactic, machinelike terms. That is only one aspect of reason. It has many others.

But this thing (This idea? Philosophy? New religion?) won’t let me alone, won’t let me forget it, won’t let me go. Maybe. … Maybe it’s like my sharing: One more weirdness; one more crazy, deep-rooted delusion that I’m stuck with. I am stuck with it. And in time, I’ll have to do something about it. In spite of what my father will say or do to me, in spite of the poisonous rottenness outside the wall where I might be exiled, I’ll have to do something about it.

He has a grand plan to become a famous teacher and infect future generations of educators and students with his philosophy, which will lead to a joyous education renaissance, flying unicorns, and rock and roll for all.

(Here, I think, lies the misfortune of philosophy: always we encounter on our travels some exceptional freak to which the philosophical rules are found to be non-applicable. Which are right – the freaks or the philosophical principles?