#french philosophy

[philosophors]

“I can always choose, but I ought to know that if I do not choose, I am still choosing.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre

[earlgrey24]

Walks up to a couple: Soo, which one of you is the Prussian-born monarch with emotional baggage and which is the overly dramatic French philosopher they can't help but keep throwing their money at?

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

“Civilization is a social plague on the planet, and vices are just as necessary to it as is a virus to disease...We must, then, apply the principle of Doubt to Civilization; we must doubt its necessity, its excellence, and its permanence.” - Charles Fourier

[doubtspirit]

French philosopher, anti-fascist and anarchist Simone Weil in 1936 as part of the Sébastien Faure Century, the French/Italian contingent of the Durruti Column during the Spanish Civil War. Simone Weil was born in Paris, France, 3 February 1909 and died in Ashford, Kent, United Kingdom, 24 August 1943.

[theidealistphilosophy]

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

Jean-Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness.

[rendingrocks]

The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don’t know where that elsewhere is.

The trouble with being born, Emil Cioran

[soulrestinginstpetersburg]

[maebhhhcarey]

Albert Camus fangirl forever!

[beljar]

I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.

Simone de Beauvoir, The Woman Destroyed, 1967

[harrybyharry]

Vagabond, dir. Agnès Varda, 1985

[mailmiocuoredipietratremaancora]

Le Plaisir du Texte, R. Barthes, 1973

[The text is a fetish object and this fetish desires me. The text chooses me, through a whole arrangement of invisible screens, of selective chicanes: vocabulary, references, readability, etc.; and, lost in the middle of the text (not behind it like a machine god), there is always the other, the author.]

[philosophors]

“You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.”

— Albert Camus, “Notebooks”

[earlgrey24]

My girl said procrastination from schoolwork is good for the soul actually. Taking it as a sign. Running out from the library as we speak to go hang out with friends & touch some grass.

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

“Those who can make people believe absurdities, can make people commit atrocities.” - Voltaire

[empirearchives]

Michel Foucault on Napoleon and the ‘man of modern humanism’

‘What do I hear? But the world of details, who has never dreamt of that other world, what of that world? I have believed in it ever since I was fifteen. I was concerned with it then, and this memory lives within me, as an obsession never to be abandoned. . . That other world is the most important of all that I flatter myself I have discovered: when I think of it, my heart aches’ (these words are attributed to Bonaparte in the Introduction to Saint-Hilaire’s Notions synthétiques et historiques de philosophie naturelle). Napoleon did not discover this world; but we know that he set out to organize it; and he wished to arrange around him a mechanism of power that would enable him to see the smallest event that occurred in the state he governed; he intended, by means of the rigorous discipline that he imposed, ‘to embrace the whole of this vast machine without the slightest detail escaping his attention’ (Treilhard, 14).

A meticulous observation of detail, and at the same time a political awareness of these small things, for the control and use of men, emerge through the classical age bearing with them a whole set of techniques, a whole corpus of methods and knowledge, descriptions, plans and data. And from such trifles, no doubt, the man of modern humanism was born.

[Quotes made bold and italic by me]

— Michel Foucault, Discipline and Punish: The Birth of the Prison, Translated by Alan Sheridan, pg. 141

[theidealistphilosophy]

To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly.

Henri Bergson, Matter And Memory.