Friedrich Nietzsche Thus Spoke Zarathustra Novels & Stories

"He who has a 'why' to live can bear almost any 'how'." — Friedrich Nietzsche. LUCIEN FLASHBACK — THE NIGHT MATTHIAS FELL The silver dagger pressed into me, draining the life out of me bit by bit, but I had to keep standing. This man would not make an orphan of my children or leave my pack without a ruler. I didn’t let my mind dwell on the fact that my gamma had been the one to stab me. I had bigger problems.

I, November Starkey, I am a different person. People also say that a man's poison is another man's meat. What is bad for Joaquin may not be bad for me. I have also been to clubs, and it almost destroyed me, but that was because I went into the infamous Nightlife as a minor. Now, I am grown, and no longer a minor. I can handle my liquor. I am smarter now. So, in this case, I will use a famous adage by the German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche, which says, “what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.” This Nightlife style of living I have indulged myself into will make me stronger. At dawn, I will walk out of the club a brand new person.

“See…people who lived there are rich, that’s not all, most of them are hypocrites, corrupted, bad, and evils, who has the harshest hearts and a dead conscious; they don’t care about others, all their interests is money and themselves, that’s all…” While he was speaking and describing, I felt like my heart was getting attacked with knives, he just was telling the truth –As we know; the truth is so painful. Frederic Nietzsche said once “Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed”, my illusion was that I always believed that I was good, and my father was the bad one, though I accepted all of his corrupted money without any worries.-

"Nietzsche. Dostoevsky. Some philosophy. It's heavy stuff. Might help kill time." She reached out and touched the worn leather cover of Beyond Good and Evil. Her fingers were gentle, almost reverent. It was the first real sign of life I'd seen from her since the library. "You read these?" Still that flat voice. "I do." She opened the book and scanned a random page. Quiet for a moment. Then, without looking up, she said, "Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster." Word perfect. Even her accent nailed the German. My eyebrows went up. "You've read Nietzsche?"

He exclaimed with wide eyes. "Come on, it can't be that bad, you're…. A catch," she said. "A famous philosopher once said "werewolf, know who thou art" and I know who I am, Jasmine, I definitely do not want a female of myself," he strongly objected to her idea. "I'm definitely sure it is "man, know thyself," She corrected. "Doesn't matter, it suits me more this way," he said smugly. "It sure does, you look dashing today Nathan," she complimented him.

“Loyalty. Trust. Nothing more. Stand with me. Walk into the new world by my side, and I will never kneel to anyone.” He opened his arms again, void energy pulsing beneath his skin in dark, violet glows. His hair blew wildly in the wind. The cracked city echoed with his voice. “I am Nihareth. I am not a god. I am what comes after gods.” The silence that followed was thick. Then a man stepped forward. His body was twisted, burned by holy magic in some distant battle. “If what you say is true… if the gods are crumbling… then what comes next?”

Just ask Nietzsche. Not many people know this, but Nietzsche was almost the victim of an eyti but was fortunately saved in time by my brother. It led him to write that famous quote of his, “He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.” For thirty-thousand years I’ve gazed into that abyss. An abyss of shadow with piercing purple eyes of doom, and I have felt it gaze back at me. Even I wonder how long before I too become the very monsters I fight.

Alexa was once a human until she became an object—a sex doll, to be precise. And Jean was born an object; he wanted to be treated as a decent human being. And for that reason, he personally hates his God. "God was dead. I have murdered him," he said frequently, quoting Nietzsche's most famous line. Jean hated his God. And he often cried at night, wondering why God had created him only to make him suffer. He came to the conclusion that God actually did not exist.

He looked down and sighed, "It has been a long time since I failed at something. I almost forgot what it feels like" "Friedrich Nietzsche once said, 'The errors of great men are venerable because they are more fruitful than the truths of little men.' And you are a god. Your failure isn't really a failure, for 'failure is simply an opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently.' Those were the words of Ford. If Henry was still here, he'd say the same thing." Ray looked at Butler Fin in puzzlement. He asked his mentor, "Who are these people that you keep mentioning. Since I was little you always quote some person I have never met before or never even heard of before. Mind telling me

he countered, "but that is... what's the human expression? Next to the point?" "Beside the point," I ground out. "Yes!" Uisdean smiled in delight. "Words again, so lovely. It is beside the point because Nietzsche was a poet and also a composer." "What?" I blinked; totally unprepared for this fairy to know more than I did about a human. "I don't believe Nietzsche would be as offended by our feast as you are," Uisdean mused. "I think he would agree with me when I say; you're letting your slave morality cloud your reason."