Quotes About Existence

The only simple truth is that there is nothing simple in this complex universe. Everything relates. Everything connects

Suffering is inevitable. It is part of the human condition. It is written in the human script.

Job understood that he was nothing more than God's invention and so too was his suffering

Is it murder to kill a man if the man never existed? To the man it is.

To be mad is worse than not to be if this is what it is.

His suffering was no more real than he was.

I'm a bit-part actor in my own life

In every cell in every body in every living thing, strings of words make sentences, meanings locked together

Wouldn't a no one do as well as a someone about whom nothing can be said?

Genes do not make you, any more than brain chemistry makes you hungry, food makes you breathe, breathing makes you die.

Time passes. I drift in and out. As if I cease to be, until I remember to exist again.

I don't see big subjects as separate from little ones. Yes, you could trudge through life with great human tragedies played out before your eyes without ever taking notice. Or you could see a universe in the smallest thing. The way a person takes their coffee, for example, might say something profound and important about that person, about all humanity, about existence itself.

The human genome is a life written in a book where every word has been written before. A story endlessly rehearsed.

He's a typical existentialist. And that's a contradiction in terms if ever there was one.

One thing, however, is certain in life. No one survives it.

We are all part of some great cycle, some pattern that it was only God's purpose to understand.

How could you live each day knowing that you were simply whiling away the days until your own death?

There are normal hours, and then there are invalid hours, where time stalls and slips, where life---real life---seems to exist at one remove.

I worked it out sitting here. Maybe that's the thing we need to understand, Alice. That some things are a gift, even if you don't get to keep them." There was a silence before he spoke again. "Maybe just to know that something this beautiful exists is all we can really ask for.

Around me a million people are living, breathing, eating, arguing. A million lives completely divorced from mine. It is a strange sort of peace.

I couldn't think. I couldn't feel. I just existed—me,

Maybe that's the thing we need to understand, Alice. That some things are a gift, even if you don't get to keep them." There was a silence before he spoke again. "Maybe just to know that something this beautiful exists is all we can really ask for.

We danced as if we had nothing else to do but dance. Lord, it felt good. I had forgotten the joy of just existing, of losing yourself in the music...I let go of everything, my problems floating away like helium balloons: my awful job, my picky boss, my failure to move on. I became a thing, alive, moving, joyful.

Go out onto the deck and stare at the sky for ten minutes, and remind yourself that ultimately ours is a meaningless and futile existence and that our little planet will probably be swallowed by a black hole, so none of this will have any point anyway.