Quotes About Existence

When I opened my eyes 82 years ago I found myself suddenly here, in existence, which struck me as marvellous, tremendously moving and energising. I'm here, this is my life! And these people coming at me, these strange, beautiful, marvellous people! You want to get a grip on that, to clutch that sense of what it is to be in the world.

There is in you, the least of you, what only God could give out of his inmost and highest being, a spiritual existence.

We cannot make things true by any amount of effort; we can merely discover what God has made true from all eternity.

Are they really gods?" "I never worry about theological questions," said Nightingale. "They exist, they have power and they can breach the Queen's peace - that makes them a police matter.

In the first place I don't 'make' anybody do anything," she said. "I merely offer people the opportunity to participate in the glorious pageant that is my existence on Earth. In which they come away greatly enriched, both emotionally and spiritually.

What makes you think I know?' asked Zach, who, if questioned, would deny his own existence out of sheer habit.

Who knows why the fuck anything happens?

Ghosts, I was thinking, memories – I wasn't sure there was a difference.

Vita non est vivere sed valere vita est," he said — Life is more than merely staying alive.

Perhaps, I thought, the dead god gets folded into the existence of the new god, the way a dormant genetic variation can exist within an organism's DNA—hanging about like an actor's understudy until the right environmental conditions give it expression and—hey presto—suddenly a bacteria is heat resistant, our Chloe gets her big break on Broadway and a sniper for hire gets an unexpected half a meter of cold steel through the chest. Perhaps

That's the nature of the beast," said Zach. "We are what we are.

She was spontaneously created by the midichlorians,' I said. Both women gave me blank looks. 'Never mind.

But I've learned that just because something isn't real doesn't mean it's not important.

feeling that now familiar change in the phase state of existence, like a catch in the silence at the moment of creation.

Your own life is terrifying, but life is an unending astonishment.

Which is to say, the same things that will likely do us in: the greed and blindness of the few, the hungers of the many, a fatal inattention to the fragile web of life on which our existence here depends.

The entirety of existence was a text waiting to be read.

Screw humanity. I don't give the whole stinking bunch of us more than a couple of generations and good riddance. The universe is better off without us.

I accept that one day, my music will be gone forever. So will the Sistine Chapel, Bruce Lee movies, and all the silly arts and crafts my aunt ever bought. Gone with the wind. Making songs is something I do here and now. Because light captured is just a moment, a flicker.

How does anyone ever know anything—the past is a fog that breathes out ghost after ghost, the present a freeway thunder run at 90 mph, which makes the future the ultimate black hole of futile speculation.

When it is light and one can see the cogs of the monstrous clock go round and the springs unwind one thinks of people as a part of this mechanism. And so people grow vague in one's mind and unhuman or only half-human.

I wonder if we have it all backward. And I wonder how the world might be if we viewed the very reason for our existence as being not about control and security but about surrender. Not to our fears and insecurities but to our sense of what is possible, to the belief that we all have the ability to shape the world as we imagine it, and that our actions reflect this imagined world until it becomes not imagined, but real.

The Hassidim tell a story about the world to come that says everything there will be just as it is here. [...] Everything will be as it is now, just a little different.

This is wonderful, the life I lead here, no matter if it's mine.