#phil

By my existence I am nothing more than an empty place, an outline,that is reserved within being in general. Given with it, though, is the duty to fill in this empty place. That is my life. ↗

— Georg Simmel

#sociology #life

Nature is like mustard oil filled in a container, after inverting it thousands time also you will find some oil stick in it. ↗

— Saket Assertive

#life #philosophy #life

There is a certain proper and luxurious way of lying in bed. Confucius, that great artist of life, "never lay straight" in bed, "like a corpse", but always curled up on one side. I believe one of the greatest pleasures of life is to curl up one's legs in bed. The posture of the arms is also very important, in order to reach the greatest degree of aesthetic pleasure and mental power. I believe the best posture is not lying flat on the bed, but being upholstered with big soft pillows at an angle of thirty degrees with either one arm or both arms placed behind the back of one's head. ↗

— Lin Yutang

#chinese-philosopher #confucius #happiness #philosophy #philosophy-of-life

Never say no to now ↗

— Benny Bellamacina

#humourous #life #philosophy #wisdom #life

Progress should never be impeded by a need to coddle adults who respond to the world as children. ↗

— Kelli Jae Baeli

#children #maturity #philosophy-of-life #progress #life

Fear no more," said Clarissa. Fear no more the heat o' the sun; for the shock of Lady Bruton asking Richard to lunch without her made the moment in which she had stood shiver, as a plant on the river-bed feels the shock of a passing oar and shivers: so she rocked: so she shivered. Millicent Bruton, whose lunch parties were said to be extraordinarily amusing, had not asked her. No vulgar jealousy could separate her from Richard. But she feared time itself, and read on Lady Bruton's face, as if it had been a dial cut in impassive stone, the dwindling of life; how year by year her share was sliced; how little the margin that remained was capable any longer of stretching, of absorbing, as in the youthful years, the colours, salts, tones of existence, so that she filled the room she entered, and felt often as she stood hesitating one moment on the threshold of her drawing-room, an exquisite suspense, such as might stay a diver before plunging while the sea darkens and brightens beneath him, and the waves which threaten to break, but only gently split their surface, roll and conceal and encrust as they just turn over the weeds with pearl. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#jealousy #life #philosophy #time #jealousy

Nature is the supreme cradle of life, and must be protected and treated with the highest respect and care. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#nature #philosophy-of-life #life

Grass is always greener on your side, just switch places with your neighbor. ↗

— Saru Singhal

#opportunity #life

Human nature presents human minds with a puzzle which they have not yet solved and may never succeed in solving, for all that we can tell. The dichotomy of a human being into 'soul' and 'body' is not a datum of experience. No one has ever been, or ever met, a living human soul without a body... Someone who accepts—as I myself do, taking it on trust—the present-day scientific account of the Universe may find it impossible to believe that a living creature, once dead, can come to life again; but, if he did entertain this belief, he would be thinking more 'scientifically' if he thought in the Christian terms of a psychosomatic resurrection than if he thought in the shamanistic terms of a disembodied spirit. ↗

— Arnold Joseph Toynbee

#ressurection #souls #experience

Why does it seem easier for us to accept reality when it is within the confinement of the animal kingdom yet so hard for us to face it in our? ↗

— Aysha Taryam

#culture #humanity-and-society #philosophical-musings #philosophy-of-life #life