Quotes About Existence

Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.

The mature response to the problem of existence is love.

The stupendous fact that we stand in the midst of reality will always be something far more wonderful than anything we do.

Wird's besser? Wird's schlimmer?, fragt man alljährlich. Aber seien wir ehrlich, Leben ist immer lebensgefährlich.

Dass man lebt, ist Zufall; dass man stirbt, ist gewiss.

Why does a man live? -In order to think about it...

In a word, the woman first exists as a mother, and the man first exists as a son.10

the conscious state is the late and uncommon phenomenon, and its complete attainment is far more of a rarity than modern man so flatteringly pretends, while the unconscious state is the original, basic, psychic situation

It is a mistake to believe that life cannot exist without water and oxygen. Even on our own earth there are forms of life that need no oxygen. They are called anaerobic bacteria. A given amount of oxygen acts like poison on them. Why should there not be higher forms of life that do not need oxygen?

In an entry from late 1979, Dick writes Heuristics is right on. The closer you get to reality the closer you get to (and to seeing) process. Q isn't "what is (esse)?" but "What does?" […] replace each "is" with "does" and ontology vanishes. All you have is a perpetually perturbed reality field! With a self-producing vortex.12

suggestion: anomaly is a characteristic of the real. Whatever

We all dimly feel that our transient historical identity is the only chance in all eternity to be alive as a somebody in a here and a now. We, therefore, dread the possibility, of which we are most aware when deeply young or very old, that at the end we may find that we have lived the wrong life or not really lived at all.

Hope is both the earliest and the most indispensable virtue inherent in the state of being alive. If life is to be sustained hope must remain, even where confidence is wounded, trust impaired.

Our memory consists of bits and pieces which have made their imprint on our dreams and our life. All those fragments have enlightened or darkened the sky and the horizon of our existence. They are all instances that we don't want to forget or splinters that we can't obliterate. The mind collects them and by recalling, interpreting or idealizing them, the actuality very often becomes corroded. We experience then a "mutilated memory".--

I'm less interested in why we're here. I'm wholly devoted to while we're here.

If I didn't tell someone everything, maybe I didn't exist.

We're made out of the water, the earth, the air of the places that fed our ancestors, quenched their thirst, the basic elements of the places that gave them life. Is it really so strange if we feel the heave and pitch of those places, even centuries later, in the vibrations of our atoms?

The only true borders lie between day and night, between life and death, between hope and loss.

My curse is to live forever, knowing what has been and what has yet to be, powerless to change anything.

I no longer deny that StarClan exists.

What is greater than God, more evil than the devil, the poor have it, the rich need it, and if you eat it, you'll die?

I got a funny feeling They got plastic in the afterlife

All I say cancels out, I'll have said nothing.

Nothing is more real than nothing.