Friedrich Nietzsche Hands Quotations

This is what is hardest: to close the open hand because one loves.

This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.

Winter, a bad guest, sitteth with me at home; blue are my hands with his friendly handshaking

Art furnishes us with eyes and hands and above all the good conscience to be able to turn ourselves into such a phenomenon.

Yet for all that, there is nothing in me of a founder of a religion--religions are affairs of the rabble; I find it necessary to wash my hands after I have come into contact with religious people.

Writers ought to be regarded as wrongdoers who deserve to be acquitted or pardoned only in the rarest cases: that would be a way to keep books from getting out of hand.

Has anyone...any distinct notion of what poets of a stronger age understood by the word inspiration? ... There is an ecstasy such that the immese strain of it is sometimes relaxed by a flood of tears, along with which one's steps either rush or involuntarily lag, alternately. There is the feeling that one is completely out of hand, with the very distinct consciousness of an endless number of fine thrills and quiverings to the very toes... Everything happens quite involuntarily, as if in a tempestuous outburst of freedom, of absoluteness, of power and divinity.

Every habit makes our hand more witty, and out wit more handy.

Do you believe then that the sciences would ever have arisen and become great if there had not before hand been magicians, alchemists, astrologers and wizards, who thirsted and hungered after abscondite and forbidden powers?

It seems to me that to take a book of mine into his hands is one of the rarest distinctions that anyone can confer upon himself. I even assume that he removes his shoes when he does so-not to speak of boots.

Behold, I am weary of my wisdom, like a bee that has gathered too much honey; I need hands outstretched to receive it.

The hour-hand of life.

Is it not better to fall into the hands of a murderer, than into the dreams of a lustful woman?

The heart and hand of those who always mete out become callous from always meting out.

Death is close enough at hand so we do not need to be afraid of life.

Without art we would be nothing but foreground and live entirely in the spell of that perspective which makes what is closest at hand and most vulgar appear as if it were vast, and reality itself.

The unlucky hand dealt to clear and precise writers is that people assume they are superficial and so do not go to any trouble inreading them: and the lucky hand dealt to unclear ones is that the reader does go to some trouble and then attributes the pleasure he experiences in his own zeal to them.

Those moralists, on the other hand, who, following in the footsteps of Socrates, offer the individual a morality of self-control and temperance as a means to his own advantage, as his personal key to happiness, are the exceptions.

All that philosophers have handled for millennia has been conceptual mummies; nothing actual has ever escaped from their hands alive.

Behold! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that has gathered too much honey; I need hands outstretched to take it from me. I wish to spread it and bestow it, until the wise have once more become joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches.

Are you one who looks on? or lends a hand? - or who looks away, sidles off?...Third question for the conscience.

So far there has been no philosopher in whose hands philosophy has not grown into an apology for knowledge; on this point, at least, every one is an optimist, that the greatest usefulness must be ascribed to knowledge. They are all tyrannized over by logic, and this is optimism in its essence.

One has been a poor spectator of life if one has not witnessed the hand - that kills from mercy.

It is not in our hands to prevent our birth; but we can correct this mistake - for in some cases it is a mistake.

In a man devoted to knowledge, pity seems almost ridiculous, like delicate hands on a cyclops.