Nietzsche On Schopenhauer Novels & Stories

He reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear, “Do you want to talk about it, or do you need another minute?” I hold his free hand between mine, focusing on the creases and tiny hairs in his skin. “And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” “Why are you quoting Nietzsche?” he asks curiously. “Because he was right,” I answer, looking up at him in defeat. Ayawamat frowns, “Orenda, you’re not evil or corrupt. You have not become the monsters you hunt. How can you even think that?”

A huge flat-screen television was installed on the wall across from the bed. They planned to watch N*****x there. To put it bluntly, he didn't give this any consideration. Lanaya entered and took a quick survey of her surroundings. Salvetti looked at her in complete astonishment. Having her in this room with him was enough to quiet the tempest in his mind. In other words, "You don't have much." As she approached the bookcase, she made the declaration. The question, "Who is Nietzsche?" "In the realm of German philosophy, he attained legendary status.

“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.”