Quotes About Existence

Every human heartbeat, he's said many times, is a universe of possibilities.

Time, too, will die, just as we do, when the universe dies, and is born again. Time's a living thing, just as we are, with birth, longevity, and extinction. Time has a heartbeat, but it isn't ours, no matter how much of ourselves we sacrifice to it. We don't need Time. Time needs us. Even Time loves company.

The fully mature man or woman, he said, has about two seconds left to live.

We are made out of stars, you and I.

no happiness exists without its woe, no wealth without its cost, and no life without its full measure, sooner or later, of sorrowing and death.

And we are, to the best of our knowledge, the most developed expression of the complexity in our bit of the universe. It would certainly be a major loss if we were to be annihilated. It would be a terrible waste of all that development. But the process would continue. We are, ourselves, expressions of that process. Our bodies are the children of all the suns and other stars that died, before us, making the atoms that we are made of.

Every human heartbeat is a universe of possibilities.

Our bodies are the children of all the suns and other stars that died before us, making the atoms that we are made of.

Nothing exists as we see it. Nothing we see is really there, as we think we are seeing it. Our eyes are liars. Everything that seems real, is merely part of the illusion. Nothing exists, as we think it does. Not you. Not me. Not this room. Nothing.

Continuammo a fissarci per cinque lunghi secondi, mentre miriadi di mondi e vite parallele che avrebbero potuto essere e non saranno mai vorticavano intorno a noi.

The truth is that we are all, every one of us, every atom, every galaxy, and every particle of matter in the universe, moving toward God.

I think it is possible, and it is reasonable to say, that light is the language of God. Light may be the way that God speaks to the universe, and to us.

Nel mondo è tutto sbagliato, e la cosa peggiore che si possa fare è continuare a vivere. Eppure bisogna continuare a vivere. E questo dilemma che ci fa credere alla bugia che esistano un'anima e un Dio che si preoccupa delle sorti.

TwierdzÄ™, ?e rzeczywisto??, taka, jakÄ… znamy, jakÄ… zna ogóÅ', to nic wiÄ™cej ni? iluzja. Za tym, co widzimy oczami, istnieje inna rzeczywisto??. Trzeba jÄ… rozpozna? sercem. Nie ma innego sposobu.

Suffering is the truth. Not suffering is the lie. I told you that, once before. That's just the way the world is.

Let me put it another way. The agents of creation, the energy that actually animates the matter and the life that we think we see around us, cannot be measured or weighed or even put into time, as we know it. In one form, that energy is photons of light. The smallest object is a universe of open space to them, and the entire universe is but a speck of dust. What we call

Where did we come from? Why are we here? Where are we going?

There is another reality, beyond what we see with our eyes.

We carry oceans inside of us, in our blood and our sweat. And we are crying the oceans, in our tears.

Every human heartbeat, he'd said many times, is a universe of possibilities.

In the face of all that is so wrong with the world, the very worst thing you can do is survive. And yet you must survive. It is this dilemma that makes us believe and cling to the lie that we have a soul, and that there is a God who cares about its fate. And no

There is no believing in God. We either know God, or we do not.

God is impossible. That is the first proof that He exists.

There are only three big questions?' I asked, unable to keep the sarcasm from my voice. 'Yes,' he answered equably. 'Where did we come from? Why are we here? Where are we going? Those are the three big questions. And if you love him, Lin, my young friend, if you love him, he will tell you these secrets, as well.