Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche Beyond Good And Evil Novels & Stories

Nelanian could hear the clicking sound his knees made when they almost buckled. “ The necessary evil serves as a counterbalance. There is Good and Evil, just as there is black and white, light and darkness. We don't do what you do for the sake of self-preservation; we do it to keep the balance. Most people utilise the Manna Fields to create positive energy, while others use it to create negative energy. There are abnormalities within those two groupings. It is our responsibility to correct any inconsistencies and maintain the balance between the two sides. The nature of the anomalies is something we can't predict. One could be a vicious tyrant who murders his subjects and violates their huma

Her spirit would not be easily cowed. "Compassion is all well and good, but make no mistake," I mused. "Wolves like us can never quite tame the beast within. It is our nature, red in tooth and claw." A wet slap punctuated my remark as Natalia loosed the laundry and slammed down the washboard with unusual vehemence. She straightened slowly to face me, uncowed. "That belief only perpetuates evil, says it cannot be overcome. I refuse to accept that." Her voice rang with conviction. "The gods grant us higher reason and morality. We can master baser instincts if we try."

“Just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean it’s not in existence. Take air for example or love." “The fact that you bring up love in every argument says a lot about you.” “There are no absolute truths, Aiden. Only perspectives.” He shot me a doubtful look. “Whose words are those?” “Nietzsche.” “I married a philosopher.” I smoothed the satin of my dress, thinking of the books I had devoured over the last few weeks. “The least I could do before saying ‘I do’ was try to understand how your mind works.” “I don’t have a moral code. That’s the point of my beliefs.”

If I killed to protect myself, would that make me evil? "Ugh, okay. Where are you going with this?" I wasn't sure I wanted to know. He chuckled and climbed off the bed, adjusting his clothes. When he finished, he lifted me onto my feet. "In Buddhism," he began, "good and evil don't exist, per se. Instead, there is kusala and akusala. Kusala is considered to be intelligence, contentment, beneficial, and a remover of affliction. Akusala is, quite simply, the opposite, or ignorance, causer of affliction, and so on. Which boils down to this: what is evil to one person may be good to another. Life and everything in it is about your perception."

he exhaled, then joined his forehead with hers, his hands still touching, they didn't want to stop, but he had to stare her in the face. "What are you doing here? When did you get here?" "Sofia, listen to me well. There are good and bad people around us. And even those who seem bad, are not. The other way around, there are good people disguised as evil. Whatever may, no matter who the people are, I want you to understand that it's in me that you will trust to the fullest." She looked right into his eyes. His were now injected with something she couldn't decipher. "Why do you say that?"

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"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?"