Quotes About Existence

Ideas, doctrines - mere façades, decorative fantasies, accidents. If you have not resolved to kill yourself, there is no difference between you and the others, you belong to the faction of the living, all - no matter what their convictions - great believers. Do you deign to breathe? You are approaching sainthood, you deserve canonization.

There is no means of proving it is preferable to be than not to be.

Qu'est-ce qu'une crucifixion unique, auprès de celle, quotidienne, qu'endure l'insomniaque?

Profundamente, cada passo na vida é um passo na morte e a lembrança disto, um chamado do Nada. Despido do sentido metafísico, o homem ordinário não tem consciência de uma entrada progressiva na morte, ainda que ele não escape mais do que os outros a este destino inexorável.

A te lipsi de iluziile tale e totuna cu a atenta la propria-?i fiin??.

S'insurger contre l'hérédité c'est s'insurger contre des milliards d'années, contre la première cellule.

Zadarnic supunem universul È™i ni-l însuÈ™im, atâta vreme cât nu vom fi învins timpul vom r?mâne doar niÈ™te sclavi.

Existir es un plagio

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

If it is true that by death we once more become what we were before being, would it not have been better to abide by that pure possibility, not to stir from it? What use was this detour, when we might have remained forever in an unrealized plenitude?

The problem of responsibility would have a meaning only if we had been consulted before our birth and had consented to be precisely who we are.

There is nothing to say about anything. So there can be no limit to the number of books.

Not to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately it is within no one's reach.

The more you live, the less useful it seems to have lived.

Only to the degree that our moments afford us some contact with death do we have some chance to glimpse on what insanity all existence is based.

In the fact of being born there is such an absence of necessity that when you think about it a little more than usual, you are left — ignorant how to react — with a foolish grin.

güzellik, tomurcuklar?n içinde ÅŸiÅŸinen ölümden baÅŸka bir ÅŸey deÄŸildir

After a sleepless night, the people in the street seem automatons. No one seems to breathe, to walk. Each looks as if he is worked by clockwork: nothing spontaneous; mechanical smiles, spectral gesticulations. Yourself a specter, how would you see others as alive?

Être, c'est être coincé.

We should repeat to ourselves, every day: I am one of the billions dragging himself across the earth's surface. One, and no more. This banality justifies any conclusion, any behavior or action: debauchery, chastity, suicide, work, crime, sloth, or rebellion...Whence it follows that each man is right to do what he does.

Existence would be a quite impracticable enterprise if we stopped granting importance to what has none.

We should have been excused from lugging a body: the burden of the self is enough.

There is no false sensation.

What are the occupations of the sage? He resigns himself to seeing, to eating, etc…., he accepts in spite of himself this "wound with nine openings," which is what the Bhagavad-Gita calls the body.?Wisdom? To undergo with dignity the humiliation inflicted upon us by our holes.