Quotes About Existence

Every man is born to one possession which out values all his others - his last breath.

everything in a dream is more deep and strong and real than is ever its pale imitation in the unreal life which is ours when we go awake and clothed with our artificial selves in this vague and dull-tinted artificial world.

It is all a dream – a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought – a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities.

To live a fulfilled life, we need to keep creating the what is next of our lives. Without dreams and goals there is no living, only merely existing, and that is not why we are here.

The two most important days in your life are the day you are born an the day you find out why.

One wearies of everything in this world, even happiness. Did

So the tiresome minutes and decades of minutes dragged away, until at last our tense forms filmed over with a dulled consciousness

You will banish me from your visions and I shall dissolve into the nothingness out of which you made me...

The Character of Man Concerning Man—he is too large a subject to be treated as a whole; so I will merely discuss a detail or two of him at this time. I desire to contemplate him from this point of view—this premiss: that he was not made for any useful purpose, for the reason that he hasn't served any; that he was most likely not even made intentionally; and that his working himself up out of the oyster bed to his present position was probably

IT IS TRUE, THAT WHICH I HAVE REVEALED TO YOU; THERE IS NO GOD, NO UNIVERSE, NO HUMAN RACE, NO EARTHLY LIFE, NO HEAVEN, NO HELL. IT IS ALL A DREAM—A GROTESQUE AND FOOLISH DREAM. NOTHING EXISTS BUT YOU. AND YOU ARE BUT A THOUGHT—A VAGRANT THOUGHT, A USELESS THOUGHT, A HOMELESS THOUGHT, WANDERING FORLORN AMONG THE EMPTY ETERNITIES!

Can any plausible excuse be furnished for the crime of creating the human race?

In verità, non aveva molto senso sospirare perché lei non era ancora nata. Ma noi siamo fatti così, non ragioniamo quando siamo presi da un sentimento: sentiamo e basta.

Não tenho medo da morte. Estive morto por bilhões e bilhões de anos antes de meu nascimento, e isso nunca me causou qualquer inconveniência.

Rien n'existe. Tout n'est que rêve. Dieu, l'humanité, le soleil, la lune, la nature des étoiles. Un rêve, un simple rêve. Rien n'existe. Il n'y a que le vide. Et vous... Et vous n'êtes même pas vous. Vous n'avez ni corps, ni sang, ni os, vous n'êtes qu'une pensée.

Without dreams and goals there is no living, merely existing, and that is not why we are here.

Short time here, long time gone. The reason to try to be good, smart, kind, and on the side of angels is because it's more fun and because there really aren't any angels.

There's no tense but the present. The fantastic presents itself as fact.

One forgets that one is one. I must try to remember this.

Here then - the after math of meaning. A lifetime finished between the space of two frames.

words need worlds in order to be worlds. worlds though don't need words in order to be worlds.

But tomorrow came faster than expected, as if the future were never somewhere else, but all along part of the fabric of every present, merely untwining itself again and again into a new distinction that could never be new again.

How do we remember this emptiness so in fullness we won't forget?

Known some call is air am.

and this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves moments before the wind