#phil

If you are reading this Libellus, you are a Dreamer, whether you have recognized this or not. Being a Dreamer carries responsibility, one most people are not willing to accept. Responsibility implies that one cannot blame another person for their actions, effectively avoiding causality. However, this is futile and childish to consider. If you are a Dreamer, you are creating the Waking Dream around you. If your life is good, it is because you have made it so and if it is bad, it is because you have made it so. No one else is responsible for your life other than you. ↗

— Michael Hibbard

#dreamers #life #philosophy #reality #dreams

Philosophy is the toil which can never tire persons engaged in it. All ways are strewn with roses, and the farther you go, the more enchanting objects appear before you and invite you on. ↗

— Mary Wortley Montagu

#feminism #learning #philosophy #education

Maybe man is nothing in particular,' Cross said gropingly. 'Maybe that's the terror of it. Man may be just anything at all. And maybe man deep down suspects this, really knows this, kind of dreams that it is true; but at the same time he does not want really to know it? May not human life on this earth be a kind of frozen fear of man at what he could possibly be? And every move he makes might not these moves be just to hide this awful fact? To twist it into something which he feels would make him rest and breathe a little easier? What man is is perhaps too much to be borne by man... ↗

— Richard Wright

#human-nature #man #philosophy #dreams

Erlendur didn’t believe in premonitions, visions or dreams, nor reincarnation or karma, he didn’t believe in God although he’d often read the Bible, nor in eternal life or that his conduct in this world would affect whether he went to heaven or hell. He felt that life itself offered a mixture of the two. Then sometimes he experienced this incomprehensible and supernatural de´ja` -vu, experienced time and place as if he’d seen it all before, as if he stepped outside himself, became an onlooker to his own life. There was no way he could explain what it was that happened or why his mind played tricks on him like this. ↗

— Arnaldur Indriðason

#life-and-living #life-philosophy #death

We soon fall asleep in each other’s arms, knowing to myself that I captured her, like a prisoner in a cage. ↗

— Fernando Lachica

#dubaicity #hatred #life #love #lust

All these dreams one day will be mine, they cross my mind! My time has yet to come; until then ... ↗

— Cathy Dennis

#music #philosophy #dreams

Chantal is having a relationship with a sentence. Just one of those things. A chance meeting that grew into something important for the both of them. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#linguistics-love #only-in-my-dreams #readers-and-writers #dreams

Olivier took a deep breath, then turned and bowed in farewell. Gersonides nodded in return, then thought of something. "The manuscript you brought me, by that bishop. It argues that understanding is more important than movement. That action is virtuous only if it reflects pure comprehension, and that virtue comes from the comprehension, not the action." Olivier frowned. "So?" "Dear boy, I must tell you a secret." "What?" "I do believe it is wrong. ↗

— Iain Pears

#comprehension #philosophy #right #understanding #virtue

Life is a continuous feeling wherein something you work for it to be happy in terms of your soul. ↗

— Fernando Lachica

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And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. ↗

— William Shakespeare The Tempest

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