Quotes About Existence

Sabes, por casualidad, si existió alguna vez una fe en un dios… imperfecto?(...) Es el único dios en el que yo podría creer, un dios cuya pasión no es una redención, un dios que no salva nada, que no sirve para nada: un dios que simplemente es.

Excuse me, what does 'no appreciable relation' mean'? In what proportion is reality appreciable or not?

To a real elephant, and not a sheep, wolf, or gnu in elephant's clothing, you are not there. There is no You. There is no Is. There is only the Elephant. Don't you see how silly that

So that where I once did not know who or what you were, now I wonder who I or we are, or what. What planet is this anyway, my dear?

The destruction of this universe would have no significance on a cosmic scale.

The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent... if we come to terms with this indifference and accept the challenges of life within the boundaries of death -- however mutable man may be able to make them -- our existence as a species can have genuine meaning and fulfillment. However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.

If man merely sat back and thought about his impending termination, and his terrifying insignificance and aloneness in the cosmos, he would surely go mad, or succumb to a numbing sense of futility.

Ghost stories appeal to our craving for immortality. If you can be afraid of a ghost, then you have to believe that a ghost may exist. And if a ghost exists, then oblivion might not be the end.

In the broadest sense of the term, Nietzsche is not an ontologist or metaphysician but indeed a political thinker. His most comprehensive intention is to transform the collective circumstances of human existence in order to breed a new race of mankind. It is in this radical and comprehensive sense that Nietzsche is a prophet or lawgiver.

Nefretinin kendine ait bir varoluÅŸu olduÄŸunu biliyordu, her zaman onun içinde, anatomisindeydi; insan nas?l ki safrakesesinin sadece ÅŸiddetli bir bulant? an?nda, dilindeki tat tomurcuklar?na ac? safra yükselirken deÄŸil de hep orada olduÄŸunu bilirse, o da bunu öyle biliyordu.

Denize bak. Bir sürü canl?yla dolu, irili ufakl? canl?lardan ibaret. Hiçbir ÅŸey yapm?yorlar, birbirlerini yemek d???nda hiçbir ÅŸey yapm?yorlar. Yiyor ve ürüyorlar. Birbirlerini yiyor ve kendileri üzüyorlar. Neyseler o olduklar? için mi? Yoksa baÅŸka bir ÅŸeye dönüÅŸtükleri için mi?

Io non so se Dio esiste, ma se non esiste ci fa una figura migliore.

Incontrarsi e separarsi è il movimento unico e necessario con cui si traccia il nostro passaggio nel vuoto.

Vorrei morire, morire, morire, ma lo fanno già tutti.

Relationship Time to Aloneness. Having a companion fixes you in time and that of the present, but when the quality of aloneness settles down, past, present and future all flow together. A memory, a present event, and a forecast all equally present.

Only those could maintain certainty who were themselves of great permanence – like the stars, the mountains and the sea. And they in turn possessed no words with which to tell what they had come to know from their long existence.

This one moment, when you know you're not a sad story. You're alive.

One viewed the existence of man then as a marvel, and conceded a glamour of wonder to these lice which were caused to cling to a whirling, fire-smote, ice-locked, disease-stricken, space-lost bulb.

Selective memory is not a bad thing when it leads children to forget arguments in the back seat of the car and to look forward to their next vacation. But it's a serious problem when it leads grown-ups to try to re-create a past that either never existed at all or whose seemingly attractive features were inextricably linked to injustices and restrictions on liberty that few Americans would tolerate today.

when they tell you god spoke the world into being they mean Eve moaned from the earth red clay under her fingernails Lilith's road wrapped all around her like smoke in the air and bigfuckingbang there it all was

The trees' bare bony fingers point crookedly towards Heaven or Hell or worse than that, towards nowhere.

If God exists, He is there, in the small, cast-off pieces, rough and random and no two alike.

T)here were always vacancies in the construct of life: blank spaces occupied by the unseen guest, the absent friend.

EL-FAYOUMY: Yes. Mother. Is there a Hell? MOTHER TERESA: I hope not, but I think so.