Quotes About Existence

Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives?

Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

There are moments when you can only stand and stare, watching the world forget you as you remove yourself from it - when you overcome it and cease to exist as the person you were.

I can promise you that the world is a factory.  The sun stirs it, the humans rule it.  And I remain.  I carry them away.- spoken by death

How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing.

Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

She slid a book from the shelf and sat with it on the floor. She tore a page from the book and ripped it in half. Then a chapter. Soon, there was nothing but scraps of words lttered between her legs and all around her. The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be ant of this. What good were the words? The book thief stood and waled carefully to the library door.

Christ, it's defeaning. why can't the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn't care, I finally answer, and I know I'm right. It's like I have been chosen. But chosen for what? I ask. The answer's quite simple: To Care.... How do people live like this? How do they survive? And maybe that's why I am here. What if they can't anymore?

How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing.

What great malice there could be in allowing something to live.

For two days I went about my business. I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.

A happening was looming. It was out there somewhere beyond the regular enclosed life that I had been living. It was out there, not waiting, but existing. Being. Perhaps it was only slightly wondering if I would come to it.

At first, he only continues walking. Only when I look down on our feet do I realize that we're actually going nowhere. It's the world that moves - the streets, the air, and the dark patches of inner sky.

I am haunted by human

Los minutos eran crueles. Las horas mortificantes. Durante los momentos de desvelo, sobre él pendía inexorablemente la mano del tiempo, la cual no dudaba en estrujarlo. Le sonreía, lo retorcía y lo dejaba vivir. Qué gran maldad puede encubrir la prolongación de una vida.

sometimes I think that maybe we're not really people at all. Maybe moments are what we are. Moments of weakness, of strength. Moments of rescue, of everything.

Antes simplemente eras. [...] Ahora eres alguien, Ed.

Sí, la recuerdo menudo y conservo su historia en uno de mis múltiples bolsillos para contarla una y otra vez. Es una más de la pequeña legión que llevo conmigo, cada una de ellas extraordinarias a su modo. Todas son un intento, un extraordinario intento de demostrarme que vosotros, y la existencia humana, valéis la pena.

Woher weiß man, ob etwas lebendig ist? Man schaut nach, ob es atmet.

No, Sophie, no soy un santo. Solo otro estúpido ser humano.

You might argue that I make the rounds no matter what year it is, but sometimes the human race likes to crank things up a little. They increase the production of bodies and their escaping souls.

Why me?" I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It's good to be alive.

First the colors. Then the humans. That's usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try. ***HERE IS A SMALL FACT*** You are going to die.

Ha dejado que la ame durante tres minutos. «¿Pueden tres minutos durar eternamente?», me pregunto pese a conocer la respuesta. «Probablemente no —contesto—. Pero tal vez duren lo suficiente.»