Quotes About Existence

Even in childhood I watched the hours flow, independent of any reference, any action, any event, the disjunction of time from what was not itself, its autonomous existence, its special status, its empire, its tyranny. I remember quite clearly that afternoon when, for the first time, confronting the empty universe, I was no more than a passage of moments reluctant to go on playing their proper parts. Time was coming unstuck from being—at my expense.

Neîmplinirea unui om este o sinucidere prin etape.

Philosophy is a corrective against sadness. Yet there still are people who believe in the profundity of philosophy!

I know that my birth is fortuitous, a laughable accident, and yet, as soon as I forget myself, I behave as if it were a capital event, indispensable to the progress and equilibrium of the world.

Sunt convins c? nu sunt absolut nimic în univers, dar simt c? singura existen?? real? este a mea.

Totul e înghetat si tu esti risipitor de zîmbete.

To tell the truth, I couldn't care less about the relativity of knowledge, simply because the world does not deserve to be known.

Once I had a "self"; now I am no more than an object.

No one has lived so close to his skeleton as I have lived to mine: from which results an endless dialogue and certain truths which I manage neither to accept nor to reject.

Cînd nu te mai simti deloc om si continui totusi a iubi, contradictia se mareste într-o suferinta nespusa, infernala.

God does not read.

Fiecare clip? este o groap?, neîndestul?tor de adânc?.

Sunt prea trist spre a fi n?scut pentru iubire!

When you meditate all day on the inopportuneness of birth, everything you plan and everything you perform seems pathetic, futile. You are like a madman who, cured, does nothing but think of the crisis from which he has emerged, the "dream" he has left behind; he keeps harking back to it, so that his cure is of no benefit to him whatever.

No one is responsible for what he is nor even for what he does. This is obvious and everyone more or less agrees that it is so. Then why celebrate or denigrate? Because to exist is to evaluate, to emit judgments, and because abstention, when it is not the effect of apathy or cowardice, requires an effort no one manages to make.

A conscious fruit fly would have to confront exactly the same difficulties, the same kind of insoluble problems as man.

Frivolous, disconnected, an amateur at everything, I shall have known thoroughly only the disadvantage of having been born.

If death is as horrible as is claimed, how is it that after the passage of a certain period of time we consider happy any being, friend or enemy, who has ceased to live?

Le même sentiment d'inappartenance, de jeu inutile, où que j'aille : je feins de m'intéresser à ce qui ne m'importe guère, je me trémousse par automatisme ou par charité, sans jamais être dans le coup, sans jamais être quelque part. Ce qui m'attire est ailleurs, et cet ailleurs je ne sais ce qu'il est.

In all the edifices of thought, I have found no category on which to rest my head. Whereas Chaos—there's a pillow!

Our works, whatever they may be, derive from our incapacity to kill or to kill ourselves.

De câte ori lunec?m pe panta amintirilor, de atâtea ori suferim din cauza vieÈ›ii.

Nu pot fi fericiÅ£i decât oamenii care nu gândesc nimic, adic? aceia care gândesc numai cât trebuie vieÅ£ii.

A fi plin de tine insuti nu in sens de orgoliu ci de bogatie a fi chinuit de o infinitate interna si de o tensiune extrema inseamna a trai cu atata intensitate incat simti cum mori din cauza vietii.