"stoicism"タグの名言

I've come to the point where I never feel the need to stop and evaluate whether or not I am happy. I'm just 'being', and without question, by default, it works.

Il ne fait aucun doute pour moi que la sagesse est le but principal de la vie et c'est pourquoi je reviens toujours aux stoïciens. Ils ont atteint la sagesse, on ne peut donc plus les appeler des philosophes au sens propre du terme. De mon point de vue, la sagesse est le terme naturel de la philosophie, sa fin dans les deux sens du mot. Une philosophie finit en sagesse et par là même disparaît.

We sometimes learn, not from something, but from not having learned from it.

Happiness is an inevitable result of embracing, and unhappiness that of rejecting, what is.

To the wise, peace of mind is the result of being fine with how things are; to the foolish, the result of things being fine.

The wise remind themselves that ‘This too shall pass’ even when things are good; the foolish, only when things are bad.

For what prevents us from saying that the happy life is to have a mind that is free, lofty, fearless and steadfast - a mind that is placed beyond the reach of fear, beyond the reach of desire, that counts virtue the only good, baseness the only evil, and all else but a worthless mass of things, which come and go without increasing or diminishing the highest good, and neither subtract any part from the happy life nor add any part to it? A man thus grounded must, whether he wills or not, necessarily be attended by constant cheerfulness and a joy that is deep and issues from deep within, since he finds delight in his own resources, and desires no joys greater than his inner joys.

Life is such unutterable hell, solely because it is sometimes beautiful. If we could only be miserable all the time, if there could be no such things as love or beauty or faith or hope, if I could be absolutely certain that my love would never be returned: how much more simple life would be. One could plod through the Siberian salt mines of existence without being bothered about happiness.

For our happiness or unhappiness, we have only what we think about something or someone to thank or blame.

We make life even more painful by having expectations and preferences.

She looks as if she were thinking of something beyond her punishment—beyond her situation: of something not round nor before her.

What a singularly deep impression her injustice seems to have made on your heart! No ill-usage so brands its record on my feelings. Would you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity, together with the passionate emotions it excited? Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs.

We cannot have, but can lose, everything.

Some people are a degree of impatience away from wishing a year were only a few weeks long.

That you have just caught success after chasing it for many years does not mean that death will stop chasing you for at least a few seconds.

My boyfriends have all been as stoical as queen's guards. They'd been patient, committed, and dispassionate, and I'd had to really debase myself to extract any emotion, either grin or grimace, from them.

Life is divided into three periods, past, present and future. Of these, the present is short, the future is doubtful, the past is certain. For this last is the one over which Fortune has lost her power, which cannot be brought back to anyone’s control. But this is what preoccupied people lose: for they have no time to look back at their past, and even if they did, it is not pleasant to recall activities they are ashamed of.

I value my time so much that undressing is the only thing I am willing to do for sex.

Every second is a step away from our mothers’ wombs towards our own tombs.

There is a correlation between how foolish a man is and how tolerant he is of people who waste his time.