Aldous Huxley Quotes

Neither agreeable nor disagreeable," I answered. "It just is." Istigkeit — wasn't that the word <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/73092.Meister_Eckhart" rel="nofollow noopener" title="Meister Eckhart">Meister Eckhart</a> liked to use? "Is-ness." The Being of Platonic philosophy — except that <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/879.Plato" rel="nofollow noopener" title="Plato">Plato</a> seems to have made the enormous, the grotesque mistake of separating Being from becoming and identifying it with the mathematical abstraction of the Idea. He could never, poor fellow, have seen a bunch of flowers shining with their own inner light and all but quivering under the pressure of the significance with which they were charged; could never have perceived that what rose and iris and carnation so intensely signified was nothing more, and nothing less, than what they were — a transience that was yet eternal life, a perpetual perishing that was at the same time pure Being, a bundle of minute, unique particulars in which, by some unspeakable and yet self-evident paradox, was to be seen the divine source of all existence.

A really efficient totalitarian state would be one in which the all-powerful executive of political bosses and their army of managers control a population of slaves who do not have to be coerced, because they love their servitude.

But Pavlov purely for a good purpose. Pavlov for friendliness and trust and compassion. Whereas you prefer to use Pavlov for brainwashing, Pavlov for selling cigarettes and vodka and patriotism. Pavlov for the benefit of dictators, generals and tycoons.

Katy was neither a Methodist nor a Masochist. She was a goddess and the silence of goddesses is genuinely golden. None of your superficial plating. A solid, twenty-two-carat silence all the way through. The Olympian's trap is kept shut, not by an act of willed discretion, but because there's really nothing to say. Goddesses are all of one piece. There's no internal conflict in them. Whereas the lives of people like you and me are one long argument. Desires on one side, woodpeckers on the other. Never a moment of real silence.

«Όλοι λένε πως είμαι πολύ πνευματώδης», είπε η Λενίνα και χάιδεψε τα πόδια της.
«Πολύ». Η έκφρασή του έδειχνε να πονάει. «Σαν κρέας», σκέφτηκε. Τον κοίταξε ανήσυχα. «Δεν με βρίσκεις γεμάτη, έτσι;». Έκανε όχι. Όσο ένα κομμάτι κρέας.
«Με βρίσκεις καλή;» Κι άλλο κούνημα του κεφαλιού. «Παντού; Δηλαδή από πάσης πλευράς που λένε;»
«Τέλεια», είπε φωναχτά. Και από μέσα του. «Θεωρεί τον εαυτό της κρέας. Της αρέσει να 'ναι κρέας».

Hug me till you drug me, honey;
Kiss me till I'm in a coma.

There was a silence. In spite of their sadness — because of it, even; for their sadness was the symptom of their love for one another — the three young men were happy.

At breakfast that morning I had been struck by the lively dissonance of its colours. But that was no longer the point. I was not looking now at an unusual flower arrangement. I was seeing what Adam had seen on the morning of his creation - the miracle, moment by moment, of naked existence.

But God doesn't change.'
'Men do, though.'
'What difference does that make?'
'All the difference in the world.

A squat gray building of only thirty-four stories.

No social stability without individual stability.

The real hopeless victims of mental illness are to be found among those who appear to be most normal.

When one individual comes into intimate contact with another, she — or he, of course, as the case may be — must almost inevitably receive or inflict suffering.

Music ‘says’ things about the world, but in specifically musical terms. Any attempt to reproduce these musical statements ‘in our own words’ is necessarily doomed to failure.

Speed, it seems to me, provides the one genuinely modern pleasure.