Emotions and Feelings

One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired.

In the end one loves one's desire and not what is desired.

The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night.

The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night.

It is intoxicating joy for the sufferer to look away from his suffering and to forget himself.

It is intoxicating joy for the sufferer to look away from his suffering and to forget himself.

What really arouses indignation against suffering is not suffering as such but the senselessness of suffering...

What really arouses indignation against suffering is not suffering as such but the senselessness of suffering...

It was suffering and incapacity that created all afterworlds - this, and that brief madness of bliss which is experienced only by those who suffer deeply. Weariness that wants to reach the ultimate with one leap, with one fatal leap, a poor ignorant weariness that does not want to want any more: this created all gods and afterworlds.

My Ego taught me a new pride, I teach it to men: No longer to bury the head in the sand of heavenly things, but to carry it freely, an earthly head which creates meaning for the earth!

The images of myth must be the daemonic guardians, omnipresent and unnoticed, which protect the growth of the young mind, and guide man's interpretation of his life and struggles.

I and me are always too deeply in conversation: how could I endure it,if there were not a friend?The friend of the hermit is always the third one: the third one is the float which prevents the conversation of the two from sinking into the depth.

I and me are always too deeply in conversation: how could I endure it,if there were not a friend?The friend of the hermit is always the third one: the third one is the float which prevents the conversation of the two from sinking into the depth.

He who cannot put his thoughts on ice should not enter into the heat of dispute.

Alas, where in the world have there been greater follies than with the compassionate?And what in the world has caused more suffering than the follies of the compassionate?Woe to all lovers who cannot surmount pity!Thus spoke the Devil to me once: Even God has his Hell: it is his love for man.And I lately heard him say these words: God is dead; God has died of his pity for man.

Alas, where in the world have there been greater follies than with the compassionate?And what in the world has caused more suffering than the follies of the compassionate?Woe to all lovers who cannot surmount pity!Thus spoke the Devil to me once: Even God has his Hell: it is his love for man.And I lately heard him say these words: God is dead; God has died of his pity for man.

One who cannot leave himself behind on the threshold of the moment and forget the past, who cannot stand on a single point, like a goddess of victory, without fear or giddiness, will never know what happiness is; and, worse still, will never do anything that makes others happy.

One who cannot leave himself behind on the threshold of the moment and forget the past, who cannot stand on a single point, like a goddess of victory, without fear or giddiness, will never know what happiness is; and, worse still, will never do anything that makes others happy.

Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.

Sleep knocks on my eyes: they grow heavy. Sleep touches my mouth: it stays open.Truly, he comes to me on soft soles, the dearest of thieves, and steals my thoughts from me

One in three all friends are:Brothers in distress,equals facing rivals,free men - facing death!

One in three all friends are:Brothers in distress,equals facing rivals,free men - facing death!

...throw roses into the abyss and say: 'here is my thanks to the monster who didn't succeed in swallowing me alive.

There are so many futures still to dawn!