Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra Quotes
The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
And if your friend does evil to you, say to him, ''I forgive you for what you did to me, but how can I forgive you for what you did to yourself?
One repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil.
No shepherd and one herd! Everybody wants the same, everybody is the same: whoever feels different goes voluntarily into a madhouse.
You look up when you wish to be exalted. And I look down because I am exalted.
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.
You say 'I' and you are proud of this word. But greater than this- although you will not believe in it - is your body and its great intelligence, which does not say 'I' but performs 'I'.
The body is a big sagacity, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.
You go above and beyond them: but the higher you climb, the smaller you appear to the eye of envy. And he who flies is hated most of all.
But one thing is the thought, another thing is the deed, and another thing is the idea of the deed. The wheel of causality doth not roll between them.
All history is the experimental refutation of the theory of the so-called moral order of things.
Sometimes, you have to love beyond yourself! And that's how you learn to love! That's why you had to drink the bitter glass of your love.
Believe me, friend Hellishnoise: the greatest events—they are not our loudest but our stillest hours.
Physician, heal thyself: then wilt thou also heal thy patient. Let it be his best cure to see with his eyes him who maketh himself whole.
I tell you: one must still have chaos in oneself to give birth to a dancing star. I tell you: you still have chaos in yourselves.
It is invisible hands that torment and bend us the worst
He who climbs upon the highest mountains laughs at all tragedies, real or imaginary.
Some of them will, but most of them are willed. Some of them are genuine, but most of them are bad actors.
The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a game, a self-rolling wheel, a first movement, a sacred Yes.
Still am I the richest and most to be envied - I, the lonesomest one!
But it is the same with man as with the tree. The more he seeks to rise into the height and light, the more vigorously do his roots struggle earthword, downword, into the dark, the deep - into evil.
Ah, ye brethren, that God whom I created was human work and human madness, like all the Gods!
The man consummatig his life dies his death triumphantly, surrounded by men filled with hope and making solmn vows, thus one should learn to die.Friedrich Nietzsche - thus spoke zarathustra.
...inability to lie is still far from being love to truth. Be on your guard! ... He who cannot lie, doth not know what truth is.
O sky above me, you modest, glowing sky! O you, my happiness before sunrise! Day is coming: so let us part!
Do you love tragedies and everything that breaks the heart?
No small art is it to sleep: it is necessary for that purpose to keep awake all day.
Of man there is little here: therefore do their women masculinize themselves. For only he who is man enough will save the woman in woman.
Man is something that shall be overcome.Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman - a rope over an abyss.What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end.
Our way is upward, from the species across to the super-species. But the degenerate mind which says ‘All for me’ is a horror to us.
And when he invented his hell, that was his heaven on earth.
My world has just become perfect, midnight is also noonday, pain is also joy, a curse is also a blessing, the night is also a sun – be gone, or you will learn: a wise man is also a fool.
This world, the eternally imperfect, the eternal and imperfect image of a contradiction – an intoxicating joy to its imperfect creator – that is what I once thought the world.
It is true: we love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.There is always a certain madness in love. But also there is always a certain method in madness.
The discerning one walketh amongst men as amongst animals.
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
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!
It is intoxicating joy for the sufferer to look away from his suffering and to forget himself.
I tell you: one must still have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star. I tell you: you have still chaos in you.
Three metamorphoses of the spirit have I designated to you: how thespirit became a camel, the camel a lion, and the lion at last a child.