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Bertrand Russell.  My man.

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One day, Plato asked his teacher, “What is love? How can I find it?” His teacher answered, “There is a vast wheat field in front. Walk forward without turning back, and pick only one stalk. If you find the most magnificent stalk, then you have found love.” Plato walked forward, and before long, he returned with empty hands,having picked nothing.His teacher asked, “Why did you not pick any stalk?” Plato answered, “Because I could only pick once, and yet I could not turn back. I did find the most magnificent stalk, but did not know if there were any better ones ahead, so I did not pick it. As I walked further, the stalks that I saw were not as good as the earlier one, so I did not pick any in the end.His teacher then said, “And that is love.”

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…To begin with, I could no longer fall in love, because, I repeat, with me to love meant to tyrannize and hold the upper hand morally. All my life I have been unable to conceive of any other love, and I have reached the stage when I sometimes think now that the whole of love consists in the right, freely given to the lover, to tyrannize over the beloved. Even in my underground dreams I did not picture love otherwise than as a struggle, always beginning with hatred and ending with moral subjugation, and after that could not even imagine what to do with the conquered victim. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky - Notes from Underground. (via saybutlittle)
meliyoung:

“ἐπειδὴ οὖν ἡ φύσις δίχα ἐτμήθη, ποθοῦν ἕκαστον τὸ ἥμισυ τὸ αὑτοῦ συνῄει, καὶ περιβάλλοντες τὰς χεῖρας καὶ συμπλεκόμενοι ἀλλήλοις, ἐπιθυμοῦντες συμφῦναι, ἀπέθνῃσκον ὑπὸ λιμοῦ καὶ τῆς ἄλλης ἀργίας διὰ τὸ μηδὲν ἐθέλειν χωρὶς ἀλλήλων ποιεῖν.” - Plato Symposium 191a-191b

meliyoung:

“ἐπειδὴ οὖν ἡ φύσις δίχα ἐτμήθη, ποθοῦν ἕκαστον τὸ ἥμισυ τὸ αὑτοῦ συνῄει, καὶ περιβάλλοντες τὰς χεῖρας καὶ συμπλεκόμενοι ἀλλήλοις, ἐπιθυμοῦντες συμφῦναι, ἀπέθνῃσκον ὑπὸ λιμοῦ καὶ τῆς ἄλλης ἀργίας διὰ τὸ μηδὲν ἐθέλειν χωρὶς ἀλλήλων ποιεῖν.” - Plato Symposium 191a-191b

Umberto Eco.
philosophecards:

Ever fallen in love with an author that you have not and will probably never meet?  I just did: Tristan Garcia, author of Hate: A Romance.  
Who is your creepy crush?

Umberto Eco.

philosophecards:

Ever fallen in love with an author that you have not and will probably never meet?  I just did: Tristan Garcia, author of Hate: A Romance.  

Who is your creepy crush?

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The things that we love tell us what we are. St. Thomas Aquinas
I can think of so many puns here…

I can think of so many puns here…

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thecherrytrees:

“What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.”

Fyodor Dostoyevsky — The Brothers Karamazov

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Being loved by someone gives you strength while loving someone deeply gives you courage — Lao Tzu (via medicimedici)
Young people love what is interesting and odd, no matter how true or false it is. More mature minds love what is interesting and odd about truth. Fully mature intellects, finally, love truth, even when it appears plain and simple, boring to the ordinary person; for they have noticed that truth tends to reveal its highest wisdom in the guise of simplicity. Friedrich Nietzsche. “Man Alone with Himself” / aphorism 609