Aime Cesaire Quotes

And yet, I do believe there is ultimately meaning in the chaos, and also in the doldrums. What I resist is not the truth but when people put a pretty bow on scary things instead of saying, 'This is a nightmare. I hate everything. I’m going to go hide in the garage.'

The philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche once wrote that when you look into the darkness of the abyss the abyss looks into you. Probably no other line or thought more inspires or informs my work.

The questions of philosophy proper are human desires and fears and aspirations - human emotions - taking an intellectual form.

Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.

Everything I do is somehow rooted in humanity. It's always about people; it's always about ego. It's always about desperation. It's quite existential. You know, 'Am I leading a good life?' That might be because I'm an atheist, and I think this is all we've got, so you better be nice. And have fun.

I'm not a religious person. Chances are that the universe neither treasures nor regrets us.

I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood - sex and the dead.

How do we describe the fact of human existence? At a certain point, perhaps, style fails us. Language, even and in particular at its most evocative, becomes less of an aid and more of a difficulty.

The human condition is endlessly fascinating to me, and the existential horrors of life are what drive our imaginations and theater in general.

If you want to prove that God is not dead, first prove that man is alive.

Nerves are normal. You can't be cured from them unless you're a machine.

Man has always been half-monster, half-dreamer.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.

I'm vulnerable, I'm vulnerable. I am not a robot.

Oh, I just sing like I hurt inside.

There are so many moments to remember and sometimes I think that maybe we're not really people at all. Maybe moments are what we are.... Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?

No human thing is of serious importance.

It's much simpler to be tortured on camera or to be filmed losing your mind. Whereas a script that has characters who are honest, witty and genuine is often much harder to act.

Here, in my solitude, I have the feeling that I contain too much humanity.

It is in the knowledge of the genuine conditions of our lives that we must draw our strength to live and our reasons for living.

Whoever today speaks of human existence in terms of power, efficiency, and historical tasks is an actual or potential assassin.

Why does life need evidence of life?

I read somewhere, one, that crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate the eyes. There is no real reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion. I think we cry to release the animal parts of us without losing our humanity. Because inside of me is a beast that snarls, and growls, and strains toward freedom, toward Tobias, and, above all, towards life. And as hard as I try, I cannot kill it.

Life is as serious a thing as death.