Quotes About Existence

There was a time when we wanted to be told what an electron is. The question was never answered. No familiar conceptions can be woven around the electron; it belongs to the waiting list.

Isn't it a coincidence that you and I are both alive at the same time?

Let me be really here, here in this place and this time where I am.

All I wanted was to be a pea of being inside the green pod of time.

People die all the time. It's just that you're not around.

I don't think I'm before my time, I just don't think I'm in my time.

Passing time isn't a steady thing. People try to measure it, but some days seem to have years packed into them, and others pass in the blink of an eye. Some days matter, and others don't.

There doesn't seem to be any tomorrow. Every time I wake up, no matter in what position, it's always been today.

Our perception of time is indeed our reality.

For some reason, I have a very strange conception of time. I am constantly hovering at some overview, more macro.

The laws of thought are also the laws of things: of things in the remotest space and the remotest time.

Ye cannot know eternal reality by a definition. Time itself, and all the acts and events that fill time are the definition, and it must be lived.

Every month, it is woman's fate to face the abyss of time and being, the abyss which is herself.

We are star stuff which has taken its destiny into its own hands. The loom of time and space works the most astonishing transformations of matter.

We live in the time of the colossal upright oblong.

I was realizing, for the first time, that everything goes on, turns gray, is ruined in the living. That there is no end to our story until death comes and the body decays.

While Time, The endless idiot, runs screaming round the world.

you don't deal with time. Time deals with you.

Time,- that black and narrow isthmus between two eternities.

All experiences exist in one time frame.

Killing time. Its a very crass and breezy expression when you ponder it for a moment, considering that time, after all, is killing us.

It had been a humdrum couple of days, reaffirming his belief in reincarnation: everything was so boring that this could not be the first time he'd experienced it.

To be human is to be aware of the passage of time; no concept lies closer to the core of our consciousness.

It feels like we've stepped outside of time. Even though there is no such place.