Wim Hof Quotes

Everything that's realistic has some sort of ugliness in it. Even a flower is ugly when it wilts, a bird when it seeks its prey, the ocean when it becomes violent.

You can't shelter yourself from the world.

… nature is not kind, or merciful, or loving

I have always been very obsessed with time. Time's passage makes us all very vulnerable and because we all experience it in our own way, it can make us feel very alone.

Without a family, man, alone in the world, trembles with the cold.

I was freezing in that loincloth.

We were then in a dangerous, helpless situation, exposed daily to perils and death amongst savages and wild beasts, not a white man in the country but ourselves.

History is merciless.

Ruthlessness is not something that comes easily.

We're all human; we all have weaknesses.

The real world is harsh.

Kids are ruthless.

I'm quite a ruthless, cold-hearted bastard. I always have been.

What is our innocence, What is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe.

Harsh reality is always better than false hope.

It's only in uncertainty that we're naked and alive.

To be alive is to be vulnerable.

No man may be completely invulnerable.

I have no time for lies and fantasy, and neither should you. Enjoy or die.

Yossarian was cold, too, and shivering uncontrollably. He felt goose pimples clacking all over him as he gazed down despondently at the grim secret Snowden had spilled all over the messy floor. It was easy to read the message in his entrails. Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all. I'm cold,' Snowden said. 'I'm cold.

Not daring to flee since my general location has just been broadcast to any killer who cares. I mean, I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag.

Man alone at the very moment of his birth, cast naked upon the naked earth, does she abandon to cries and lamentations.

The U.S. that I had imagined was nowhere near as crazy and as incredibly damaging and brutal and indifferent as the U.S. that we're currently living in. I thought I was being transgressive, apocalyptic, an out-there person. And then reality lapped me, it just lapped me.

Nature neither gives nor expects mercy.

You must be vulnerable to be sensitive to reality. And to be vulnerable is just another way of saying that one has nothing more to lose. I don't have anything but darkness to lose.