A Quote by Friedrich Nietzsche

No one dies of fatal truths nowadays: there are too many antidotes. — © Friedrich Nietzsche
No one dies of fatal truths nowadays: there are too many antidotes.
Whenever someone dies, a part of the universe dies too. Everything a person felt, experience and saw dies with them, like tears in the rain.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
All I can think is that when you torment a person...the soul dies. When the soul dies, I suppose mercy dies, too.
The trouble about man is twofold. He cannot learn truths which are too complicated; he forgets truths which are too simple.
There are too many heavy songs out nowadays. music has been getting too heavy, almost to the state of unbearable.
we live in a world of excess: too many kinds of coffee, too many magazines, too many types of bread, too many digital recordings of Beethoven's Ninth, too many choices of rearview mirrors on the latest Renault. Sometimes you say to yourself: It's too much, it's all too much.
God - a disease we imagine we are cured of because no one dies of it nowadays.
God: a disease we imagine we are cured of because no one dies of it nowadays.
...so many great truths must be very gently introduced, with voices soft and the truths themselves understated.
Everyone nowadays lives through too much and thinks through too little: they have a ravenous appetite and colic at the same time so that they keep getting thinner and thinner no matter how much they eat.--Whoever says nowadays, "I have not experienced anything"--is a simpleton.
This would be a tricky operation, no doubt of that, and a mistake would probably be fatal. So many things he had done over the years would have been fatal, had his luck not been strongly good. He had cheated death dozens of times, but that did not mean he could take it as a given. A man needed only one fatal mistake to end the game.
[On the camel:] Its weak point is its morale, and it is here that so much depends on its human master. Discouragement is fatal ... it loses heart, sinks by the wayside and dies.
No gossip ever dies away entirely, if many people voice it: it, too, is a kind of divinity.
If a character artiste accepts too many small roles his career dies a slow death.
We saw too much beauty to be cynical, felt too much joy to be dismissive, climbed too many mountains to be quitters, kissed too many girls to be deceivers, saw too many sunrises not to be believers, broke too many strings to be pro's and gave too much love to be concerned where it goes.
Cause if you shoot a bullet someone dies. If you drop a bomb many die. You hit a woman, love dies. But if you say the F-word... nothing actually happens.
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