Quotes About Existence

I just want to live until I can't anymore.

Sixty seconds is a long time to know you are dying.

I'm here, I said, and it felt shockingly comforting, those words. When I'm panicked, I say them aloud to myself. I'm here. I don't usually feel that I am. I feel like a warm gust of wind could exhale my way and I'd be disappeared forever, not even a sliver of fingernail left behind. On some days, I find this thought calming; on others it chills me. My

Di solito non ho la sensazione di esistere. Ho l'impressione che una folata di vento possa spazzarmi via, facendomi scomparire per sempre, senza lasciare di me neppure un frammento di unghia. In certi giorni il pensiero mi pare rassicurante, in certi altri mi raggela. La sensazione di inconsistenza deriva, suppongo, dal fatto che so così poco del mio passato, o se non altro questa è la conclusione a cui arrivati gli strizzacervelli all'ospedale.

Estoy aquí.» No suelo sentir que lo esté; me siento como si una ráfaga cálida de viento fuese a soplar en mi dirección y a hacerme desaparecer para siempre, sin dejar siquiera un cachito de uña.

Olen aina ollut parempi kuin Hopet; se joka selvisi hengissä. Silti olen aina, ihan aina ollut mustasukkainen seitsemälle tuonpuoleisessa tanssivalle prinsessalle. He ovat saavuttaneet täydellisyyden joutumatta yrittämään, olematta hetkeäkään olemassa, kun minä olen jumissa maankamaralla ja joudun yrittämään joka päivä, ja joka päivä saatan osoittautua puutteelliseksi.

You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who'd like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I'd want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn't really love chili dogs that much—no one loves chili dogs that much!

Mom. Stepdad." A half sister born when I was in college, her existence so unreal to me I often forgot her name. Amma. And then Marian, always long-gone Marian.

He dejado de sentirme real. Siento como si pudiera desaparecer.

Não me sinto uma pessoa: sou algo a ser carregado e descarregado, como um sofá ou um cuco.

Therefore the perfect, absolutely and in itself, is one, infinite, which cannot be greater or better, and that which nothing can be greater or better. This is one, everywhere, the only God, universal nature, of which nothing can be a perfect image or reflection, but the infinite.

Natura est deus in rebus

Without desire there is no life. Everything will stand still. Become emptiness. In fact sir, be dead.

to prevent suffering a man must be capable of suffering, ... a man who cannot suffer is not alive.

I am not religious. I cannot conceive of gods who would give a damn about humanity's frothy carryings-on. I mean, logically, beings of that order just wouldn't.

In this way practice the meditation that observes How all outer and inner phenomena are no more Than images projected by the distorted mind Onto the according bases of imputation Not even an atom inherently exists. Thus become wise in how all things in both Samsara and Nirvana are mere mental labels; But how nonetheless they continue to function By the unfailing laws of cause and effect.

Brindo, por una paz perenne (no sólo duradera), que dure, lo que dure el hombre en esta tierra!

those who can't. Attachment and vulnerability—these two great themes of human existence—go hand in hand.

We affect one another quite enough merely by existing. Whenever the stars cross, or is it comets? fragments pass briefly from one orbit to another. On rare occasions there is total collision, but most often the two simply continue without incident, neither losing more than a particle to the other, in passing.

Reality is something the human race doesn't handle very well.

Of course his dust would be absorbed in other living things and to that degree at least he would exist again, though it was plain enough that the specific combination which was he would never exist again.

Because there is no cosmic point to the life that each of us perceives on this distant bit of dust at galaxy's edge, all the more reason for us to maintain in proper balance what we have here. Because there is nothing else. Nothing. This is it. And quite enough, all in all.

In fact, life itself is a contradiction if only because birth is the direct cause, in every single case, of death

Is it not better for a man never to have been born? Certaintly not The response was brisk. Just to be able to study the sky is reason enough to be alive. Unfortunately, I can't see the sky. Then listen to music.