Philosopher Quotes - WITTGENSTEIN

“Someone who knows too much finds it hard not to lie.”

“The real discovery is the one which enables me to stop doing philosophy when I want to. - The one that gives philosophy peace, so that it is no longer tormented by questions which bring itself into question.”

“If people did not sometimes do silly things, nothing intelligent would ever get done”

“Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.”

“Philosophy is like trying to open a safe with a combination lock: each little adjustment of the dials seems to achieve nothing, only when everything is in place does the door open.”

“Never stay up on the barren heights of cleverness, but come down into the green valleys of silliness.”

“I sit astride life like a bad rider on a horse. I only owe it to the horse's good nature that I am not thrown off at this very moment.”

“(on Sartre) Hell isn't other people. Hell is yourself.”

“At the end of reasons comes persuasion”

“A philosopher who is not taking part in discussions is like a boxer who never goes into the ring”

“A serious and good philosophical work could be written consisting entirely of jokes.”

Love Poem...there had to be one...

Some say that love is easy
it is like a game
some say its difficult and hard
and someone is always to blame

tiring or fullfilling?
precious or spaceless?
killer or life giving?
meaningful or meaningless?

love makes you go around
in circles forever
love creates a path onwards
that ceases never

love makes you drop
like a hot potato
love makes you fly
high and wide like Plato

Which answer must I choose?
The good ones or bad?
I must let my heart speak
before i go mad!

It is simple
it is pure
it is growth
it is sure

it is forwards
never backwards
it is beautiful
it is discipline

it is faith
it is appreciation
it is apologising
it is forgiving

you and me
we share a dream
to be together
just us forever

love has kept us
love will lead us
love is ours
we are His.

My terrace wall!!! we painted it

How does it feel to be different from me?

These are the words of a song by Avril Lavigne called 'how does it feel?'.
I have always felt that no one can know what my pain feels like and I can never know what someone else's pain feels like. Its good in a way and at the same time sad.... I want to know how it feels...

I'm not afraid of anything,
I just need to know that I can breathe,
And I don't need much of anything,
But suddenly (suddenly)

I am small and the world is big,
All around me is fast moving,
Im surrounded by so many things,
Suddenly (suddenly)

How does it feel...
To be, different from me,
Are we the same,
How does it feel...
To be, different from me,
Are we the same,
How does it feel,

I am young
And I am free,
But I get tired and I get weak,
I get lost and I can't sleep,
But suddenly (suddenly)

How does it feel...
To be(to be), different from me,
Are we the same,
How does it feel...
To be(to be), different from me,
Are we the same,
How does it feel,

Would you com-fort me
Would you cry with me

In This Moment

Just stay still for a moment.

Don’t think about the past nor the future.

In this moment now

In this moment now

Are you sad?

Is there any reason in ‘this moment’ to be sad?

Don’t think about the past nor the future.

There is nothing sad happening to you now in this moment.

So be happy in this awareness.

The awareness that there is nothing sad, Now.

Dwelling in the past is a waste of energy.

An unnecessary waste of emotions.

You’ve already got what was needed from the past now.

No need to go back there.

Dwelling in the future is a waste of energy.

Things never turn out the way you imagined.

And you know that.

An unnecessary waste of emotions.

You already know what you need for the future, Now.

In this moment you will know what you need.

But only in this moment.

Now I know what I must do.

Just be.

The Endless River

This choice of life brings with it a lot of sadness of unfinished dreams of purity, freedom and exploration. It brings with it a defeated acceptance of life and all it has to offer. Nirvana, sadness, happiness, people, relationships, love. But what is missing here? It is missing. Depth is missing. Unknown is missing. There is a compromise everybody has made with life at some point or the other but have forgotten it. Some remember, but most of them have forgotten it. And soon I will also forget and get lost in this world and one day I will wake up and find the dreams of my childhood. I will show them the light of the unknown. The light of a place where they can be different. Completely different. No norms, no rules no prefixed path or way of life like the one is lived. What do I mean? Well I mean look at the life of a normal man. He is born, he plays as a child, goes to school for 12years, college for 5 years or so. Then he must work for money and livelihood which in reality he should have no need to work for because everything on earth is for him and everybody. There is more than enough for everybody. How is it that man said this is mine when it was and never is his? And still it is not his as u know very well man is born and dies without a single thing. Then he questions himself as he does through his whole life what is the purpose of my living? Most of the times his answer is to be of help to another person. And that he does and some people do it a lot. Then he dies. But can there be a completely different life? One where there are no words, no definations, no rules, no needs, no pressures, no goals, no money, nothing of what is now. Don’t u think it is time a new life is created god? A completely different life? Has not this life gone on for too long? The mess is ever increasing. The ones who seemed to have found ways of staying away from this life are just waiting for u to send or create a new life. Unconscious frustrations are causing deaths and more hurt. Some of which are conscious. But I think it is time for this life to end. I understand god that u must have some plan, but must this end with so much pain, so much suffereing, so much hurt? Cannot it end peacefully with a thought in everyone’s heart of peace and hope for the light of the unknown? Are we the ones to show the light? Is there any hope for this life to end beautifully? If I am meant to show the light I am ready to do what you please. Because I too want a different life. Don’t give up on me. I am not lost yet.

How much will people do to survive in this life full of hurt and pain. Everybody finds a corner or a log of wood to float on while the river keeps on growing wilder and stormier. So many so many are unable to hold on and pass away. When will this storm end? Why do some people float on unbreakable boats while some barely can hold on to one piece of log? And then they try desperately to hold on to another and another and try to build a raft for themselves. Many manage to do that. But that is all they do. Ultimately they are still flowing with the river towards its end which is the same for all. And many decide to help pthers as they build their own rafts and help others who are struggling to keep their head above the water, up on to their rafts. But there are so many who go under, so many who are crying out for help. What can we do god? We are all being hurled towards the end by this river which becomes increasingly violent. We all must hold our hands as we will meet the end as it comes ahead of us.

A few sentences is all it takes...to change

I read these lines in a book and they really helped me see myself truly. I like to think of 'smell' as a problem i find within myself.

"You dont smell. You have never smelt. It is just your

fear talking. Your fear that once more you will be

rejected. You want to think you smell because that way

you will be able to blame yourself. That way it will

become impossible for anyone to hurt you, because u

have already rejected yourself.

The smell is your only defence your revolt against

powerlessness. But it isn't real. It is no more real

than your defencelessness."

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A Poetry...

What should I write a verse on?
The philosophies of life or,
The life and thoughts of saints?
Perhaps a poetry about you
Or one about myself again?
Why not about endless time?

Words float through my head
Like bees from flower to flower,
And thus moves my pen,
Following my mind to its den,
Around the spiraling paths,
Where my thoughts do exist.

It demands something from me,
Something like a bit of creativity,
Wild imagination one might say,
To open up and let all go away,
Away from me but down into paper,
No! Its not to be forgotten forever.

And a boring poem it turns out to be,
But I guess sometimes that's just me!

Yesterday

Yesterday was another day,
Where were the swaying trees
That never can be shaken?
Firmly they plant themselves,
Like the days gone by.

Yesterday was a day gone by,
With sunshine and rain,
With moonlight and flame,
Is something missing here?
Is it gone, that which had been?

The clouds had floated by,
Winds that shook the mighty peaks,
Yesterday can be the day,
Which again may live,
To rule over the day today.