Quotes About Existence

The only sin is the sin of being born.

You're on Earth. There's no cure for that.

Normally I didn't see a great deal. I didn't hear a great deal either. I didn't pay attention. Strictly speaking I wasn't there. Strictly speaking I believe I've never been anywhere.

I speak as though it all happened yesterday. Yesterday indeed is recent, but not enough. For what I tell this evening is passing this evening, at this passing hour. I'm no longer with these assassins, in this bed of terror, but in my distant refuge, my hands twined together, my head bowed, weak, breathless, calm, free, and older than I'll have ever been, if my calculations are correct.

For the only way one can speak of nothing is to speak of it as though it were something, just as the only way one can speak of God is to speak of him as though he were a man, which to be sure he was, in a sense, for a time, and as the only way one can speak of man, even our anthropologists have realized that, is to speak of him as though he were a termite.

I suddenly saw that all the time it was not I who had been seeking God, but God who had been seeking me. I had made myself the centre of my own existence and had my back turned to God.

FAN?Y?M FAN? OLANI ?STEMEM... AC?Z?M AC?Z OLANI ?STEMEM.... RUHUMU RAHMANA TESL?M EYLED?M GAYR ?STEMEM... ?STER?M FAKAT B?R YAR-I BAK? ?STER?M... ZERREY?M FAKAT B?R ?EMS-? SERMET ?STER?M... H?Ç ENDER H?Ç?M FAKAT BU MEVCUDATI B?RDEN ?STER?M..

We sleep, but the loom of life never stops; and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up tomorrow.

There is no right more universal and more sacred, because lying so near the root of existence, than the right of men to their own labor.

God does not refuse to make himself known to man. He only will not do it by the symbolism of matter. He comes to us at once by the most natural course. We are in a transient state; our bodies are accidental, and God comes to us by that which is higher and truer--the intuitions of the soul.

Pain is God's midwife, that helps some virtue into existence.

Love is the wine of existence. When you have taken that, you have taken the most precious drop that there is in the cluster.

We are but a point, a single comma, and God is the literature of eternity.

don't hope next day live today

life L-- literally I -- in F -- foremost E -- end .....

something somehow it's happen for a reason -------- solution .....

There cannot be such a thing as true life without praise. Praising and no longer praising are related to each other as are living and no longer living." —Claus Westermann, The Praise of God in the Psalms (1965)

Death is with you all the time you get deeper in it as you move towards it, but it's not unfamiliar to you. It's always been there, so what becomes unfamiliar to you when you pass away from the moment is really life.

Individuals who want to believe that there is no fulfillment in love, that true love does not exist, cling to these assumptions because this despair is actually easier to face than the reality that love is a real fact of life but is absent from their lives.

The world exists on thousands of different levels and just because some are more tragic than others, it doesn't make them any more valid. You fall into that way of thinking and you become so overwhelmed by the world's suffering, you go mad.

Romance it is undoubtedly who whispers to every man that life is not a blind and aimless business, not all a hopeless waste and confusion; and that his existence is a pageant (appreciatively observed by divine spectators), and that he is strong and excellent and wise: and to romance he listens, willing and thrice willing to be cheated by the honeyed fiction.

The object of a religion or a philosophy is not to make men wealthy or powerful, but to make them, in the last issue, happy: that is, to fulfil their being.

Unexpected intrusions of beauty. That is what life is.

As for types like my own, obscurely motivated by the conviction that our existence was worthless if we didn't make a turning point of it, we were assigned to the humanities, to poetry, philosophy, painting -- the nursery games of humankind, which had to be left behind when the age of science began. The humanities would be called upon to choose a wallpaper for the crypt, as the end drew near.