#philosophical

Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day, or the agonies which are, have their origins in the ecstasies which might have been. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe's "Berenice"

#contemplative #edgar-allan-poe #inspirational #interesting #philosophical

It is wisdom to recognize necessity when all other courses have been weighed, though as folly it may appear to those who cling to false hope. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#philosophical #inspirational

There are only two kinds of people we can call reasonable: either those who serve God with their whole heart because they know him, or those who search after him with all their heart because they do not know him. ↗

— Blaise Pascal

#catholicism #christianity #god #inspirational #philosophical

It's good to let your mind wonder, as long as you know where it's going ↗

— Benny Bellamacina

#inspirational #life #philosophical #quote #wisdom

Europe, in legend, has always been the home of subtle philosophical discussion; America was the land of grubby pragmatism. ↗

— Daniel Bell

#america #been #discussion #europe #grubby

You get to say, 'Here's my philosophical idea about what the costume should like,' and the costume designer comes and gives you choices and sometimes they're all good, and I say, 'What do you think?' and they pick the right thing. ↗

— John Sayles

#choices #comes #costume #designer #get

I see myself as a person who wants to serve the constituents within my district and find a way to move those who are not in our position philosophically to our position. ↗

— Tim Scott

#district #find #i #i see #move

In writing the history of a disease, every philosophical hypothesis whatsoever, that has previously occupied the mind of the author, should lie in abeyance. ↗

— Thomas Sydenham

#disease #every #history #hypothesis #lie

Madam Dorothea shot him a dark look. "If you were half as funny as you thought you were, my boy, you'd be twice as funny as you are. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#insults #philosophical #funny

In the molten fire where he lay he could watch the slow machinations of eternity, the cosmic miracle of each second being born, eggshaped, silverplated, phallic, time thrusting itself gleaming through the worn and worthless husk of the microsecond previous, halting, beginning to show the slow and infinitesimal accreations of decay in the clocking away of life in a mechanism encoded at the moment of conception, withering, shunted aside by time's next orgasmic thrust, and all to the beating of some galactic heart, to voices, a madman's mutterings from a snare in the web of the world. ↗

— William Gay

#poetic #southern-gothic #home