Quotes About Existence

The intellectual love of the mind towards God is that very love of God whereby God loves himself

He who, while unacquainted with these writings, nevertheless knows by the natural light that there is a God having the attributes we have recounted, and who also pursues a true way of life, is altogether blessed.

2. The essence of things are from all eternity, and unto all eternity shall remain immutable; The existence of God is essence; Therefore...

Baruch Spinoza

Si existiese un dios o algún ser omnisciente, este ser no podría forjar absolutamente ficción alguna

Dios es causa inmanente, pero no transitiva, de todas las cosas. [64]

En la Sustancia (en Dios), esencia, existencia y potencia productiva quedan estrictamente identificadas, de manera que la Sustancia (Dios), lejos de crear todo lo que es, lo produce en y desde sí misma:

The greatest gift creation has given to all of you is that life is fundamentally meaningless. That means it has no built-in meaning. What that also means is, you were designed to give it the meaning you prefer to give it. And the meaning you give it will utterly determine how you experience it.

Entirety exists within me as exuberance. Only in empty longing, only in an unlucky desire to be consumed simply be the desire to burn with desire, is entirety wholly what it is.

The total person is first disclosed ... in areas of life that are lived frivolously.

Every action makes you a fragmentary existence. I hold on to my nature as an entirety only by refusing to act--or at least by denying the superiority of time, which is reserved for action.

To be a useful man has always seemed to me a hideous thing.

There is no more hope for meaning. And without a doubt this is a good thing: meaning is mortal.

Philosophy has never been anything but a disavowal of the reality principle.

Dead periods have to be left to take their chances. This goes for the present too, which we should not try to disturb in its melancholy deliquescence.

Globalization is the last failed hope that, somewhere, there still exists a land where one can escape and find happiness.

Man is in his short sojourn on earth equal to God in His eternity.

This life is beautiful. It's so goddamned beautiful I can hardly stand it. And I'm a glorious part of it! Everybody else is just taking up space. Goddamned stupid people. I'd like to shove life down all their throats and then maybe they'd understand what it's all about.

What is reality, anyway? Just a collective hunch.

Good fiction is made of that which is real, and reality is difficult to come by.

For me they are no different, reality and dreams.

I don't believe there's any such thing as objective reality. It's only reality as we experience it.

There is a moment when nothing can be wiped out and left behind any more, when there is only reality and reality is horrifying.

I would argue that nothing gives life more purpose than the realization that every moment of consciousness is a precious and fragile gift.