Otto Weininger Quotes

Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.

Eros is very close to death. And both things, in a way, balance each other.

I've realised darkness and light are inter-dependent, just as death is an enhancer of life.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

Life is a battle between faith and reason in which each feeds upon the other, drawing sustenance from it and destroying it.

Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.

You cannot dissociate birth from death, creation from destruction, good from evil. Thus any art is a form of drama standing between the two extreme poles of birth and death, just like life is drama. This is not sad, because to be alive means to be mortal, to pass through.

Just as the day cannot exist without the night, just as life cannot exist without death, creativity cannot exist without silence. And vice versa is also true: silence cannot exist without creativity.

I think you are born, and I think you die. I have a pragmatic nature, but I yearn to believe.

Duality is not a story. Duality is just a complexity.

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

The fire which enlightens is the same fire which consumes.

We think birth is a miracle and death is a tragedy, but really they're flip sides of the same coin - anything born is gonna die.

Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imagined, past and future, the communicable and the incommunicable, high and low, cease to be perceived as contradictions.

Death wasn't part of God's original plan for humanity, and the Bible calls death an enemy - the last enemy to be destroyed.

Life is a mixing of all kind of things: comedy and tragedy going together.

These are the stakes. To make a world in which all of God’s children can live, or to go into the dark. We must either love each other, or we must die

Warsaw is burning. Warsaw is fighting its enemy in this last mortal battle. All the promises let us down, the help did not arrive. Lack of food and lack of potable water paralyzes and weakens. Yet we fight: with the enemy, with the fire and with the epidemics. Everyone is fighting. Whole city is tied in this mortal struggle. You send us letters of compliments and best wishes from London and Paris. We don't want wishes any more, nor do we await your help. It's too late for help. Before it arrives there will be only rubble here, a corpses-covered, leveled terrain. What we await is revenge. We expect that you will start fighting one day, just like Warsaw is… A day will come when Berlin will be set on flames, when German women and children will die just like ours are dying. I hope all of you will understand then that there is God's justice.

There's death and there's loss, but there's also celebrations, right?

Every moment there is creation, every moment destruction. There is no absolute creation, no absolute destruction. Both are movement, and that is eternal.

We have this desire for that balance between death and life or death and joy. We want to believe that something we can also have.

Serenity is the balance between good and bad, life and death, horrors and pleasures. Life is, as it were, defined by death. If there wasn't death of things, then there wouldn't be any life to celebrate.

Heaven might shine bright, but so do flames.

Living fire begets cold, impotent ash.

Life, in all its uniqueness, would not be life without the negatives and the positives.