At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman, and these hills, the softness of the sky, the outline of these trees at this very minute lose the illusory meaning with which we had clothed them, henceforth more remote than a lost paradise . . . that denseness and that strangeness of the world is absurd.
From the moment absurdity is recognized, it becomes a passion, the most harrowing of all. But whether or not one can live with one’s passions, whether or not one can accept their law, which is to burn the heart they simultaneously exalt–that is the whole question.
Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.
At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face.
“The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets successfully through many a bad night.”
“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.”
Convictions are more dangerous enemies of truth than lies.(Human,all too Human)
We are like shop windows in which we are continually arranging, concealing or illuminating the supposed qualities other ascribe to us – in order to deceive ourselves. (Daybreak)