Quotes About Existence

Your lifetime or life span is limited. Yes! you can't and won't live forever. I mean, you're here (on earth) just for a while. Thus, endeavour to live the life you are meant to live i.e. your predestined life. -Emeasoba George

Life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.

Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and memory.

Under each formula lies a corpse.

Man is a robot with defects.

The multiplication of our kind borders on the obscene; the duty to love them, on the preposterous.

One can experience loneliness in two ways: by feeling lonely in the world or by feeling the loneliness of the world.

Tell me how you want to die, and I'll tell you who you are.

By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing.

This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return. I suffer from this, and I do not. Everything is unique—and insignificant.

Suffering makes you live time in detail, moment after moment. Which is to say that it exists for you: over the others, the ones who don't suffer, time flows, so that they don't live in time, in fact they never have.

Better to be an animal than a man, an insect than an animal, a plant than an insect, and so on. Salvation? Whatever diminishes the kingdom of consciousness and compromises its supremacy.

There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.

Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.

There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.

As the years pass, the number of those we can communicate with diminishes. When there is no longer anyone to talk to, at last we will be as we were before stooping to a name.

No one recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.

We are born to Exist, not to know, to be, not to assert ourselves.

For animals, life is all there is; for man, life is a question mark. An irreversible question mark, for man has never found, nor will ever find, any answers. Life not only has no meaning; it can never have one.

Cât? via?? ai pus în gânduri, atâta moarte este în tine.

To accomplish nothing and die of the strain

I have never taken myself for a being. A non-citizen, a marginal type, a nothing who exists only by the excess, by the superabundance of his nothingness.

Death makes no sense except to people who have passionately loved life. How can one die without having something to part from? Detachment is a negation of both life and death. Whoever has overcome his fear of death has also triumphed over life. For life is nothing but another word for this fear.

Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.