Quotes About Existence

I tried to record each moment, but time isn't made of moments; it contains moments. There is more to it than moments.

The dark owns everything, but our sun comes out often enough that we think the universe is half dark, half light.

For just a moment, with great effort, I could imagine my will as a force that would not disappear but redistribute when I died, and that all life contained the same force, and that I needn't worry about my impending death because the great responsibility of my life was to contain the force for a while and then relinquish it.

Deep within I'm shaken by the violence of existing for only you...

The world the gods made is too big for us, so we make ourselves a smaller one.

It's a strange fucking world, and mostly the joke's on us.

No one lies down in this place. Unless they're dead. When you're dead, you get to lie down and only after we've tried to resuscitate you.

No extra hospital words. I don't want a relationship with disease. I want to have a relationship with death. That's important. But to have a relationship with disease --that's some kind of bourgeoisie invention. And I hate it.

Emptiness and loneliness consume you. Physically you're alive, but mentally you're dying inside.

We see what a punishing business it is, simply being alive.

She said, 'It's real, isn't it?' Lilian answered after a pause, with a bowed head, in a murmur. 'Yes, it's real. It's the only real thing.

If I were to die today, she thought, and someone were to think over my life, they'd never know that moments like this, here on the Horseferry Road, between a Baptist chapel and a tobacconist's, were the truest things in it.

Doesn't it seem to you, now you are here, that anything might be real, since Millbank is?

She supposed that houses, after all - like the lives that were lived in them - were mostly made of space. It was the spaces, in fact, which counted, rather than the bricks.

As Nietzsche said, when we have a why we can handle any how.

Capitalism is a cult. We've become so ensconced in it, however, so blind to its power, that it's hard to see it as such. Which is how a cult is imposed on people. I mean, we can't fathom that there could be any other way of existing and we defend it even when we can see it is no longer working for us.

It's a gorgeous oddity of our existence – our loneliness is not caused by being on our own. Indeed, loneliness is best cured with aloneness, which is to say, a meaningful connection to ourselves.

I SPEAK TO YOU from the depths of eternity. Before the world was formed, I AM!

am far more Real than the world you see around you.

It is my fervent hope <...> that you would make vidyá, Knowledge, a justification of your blessed existence as man in his civilized condition.

I just couldn't understand how you could go from being alive, from having molecules and blood cells constantly shifting around inside you, and thought processes and a mind full of memories and dreams and love and hate, and in just one tiny second these miraculous things stop and you're dead. How could all that disappear? What happened to your soul, your essence, your wonder? Just because a muscle stops beating? It made absolutely no sense.

Like a man who pinches himself to make sure he still has feeling, Chimen read to reassure himself that he was still alive.

Poverty is, in other words, as diverse as the United States itself. What the poor have in common, however, is an increasingly precarious existence in a country seemingly unable—or at least unwilling—to come to grips with their collective despair.

Pascal had formulated a famous wager in favor of the existence of God: If you bet there is no God and you are wrong, a wrathful deity is likely to condemn your eternal soul to hellfire; but if you gamble that there is a God and there is not, your consciousness will cease to exist upon your death and you will never know that you were wrong.