Quotes About Existence

The purpose of healing is to live while you are alive instead of dying while you are alive. Healing is about being broken and whole at the same time.

I wish, by the way, that I knew who separated Time from eternity; there seems only one thing to me, and I always feel that I am in eternity.

I rarely believe anything, because at the time of believing I am not really there to believe.

He said he didn't very well understand how George was going to sleep any more than he did now, seeing that there were only twenty-four hours in each day.

As the lesser is always found within the greater, so this principle holds true with regards to time and the eternal.

As the seconds tick down, Belgium are literally playing in time that doesn't exist.

I also live in the present, due to the constraints of the space-time continuum.

Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can't even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things.

I'm me, and at the same time not me. That's what it felt like. A very still, quiet feeling.

Asked whether or not he believed in an afterlife, Thoreau quipped, "One world at a time."

Ninety-nine one-hundredths of our lives we are mere hedgers and ditchers, but from time to time we meet with reminders of our destiny.

Reality is not protected or defended by laws, proclamations, ukases, cannons and armadas. Reality is that which is sprouting all the time out of death and disintegration.

I don't know whether the future or 2018 exists or not, but if it exists, I'm offering a show to a museum in Australia titled "Time Reversed." Time is going backwards.

Four hundred years is but a moment in 10,000 years. Time is curved, time is braided. Throw out your clocks.

So passed the seasons then, so they pass now, and so they will pass in time to come, while we come and go like leaves of the tree that fall and are soon forgotten.

What concerns anyone so much as the time he has to live?

Time does not die; only people.

Time doesn't seem to pass here: it just is.

And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.

No time for poetry but exactly what is.

For the word is dialectical in itself and at the same time is integrated into the whole of existence. By this I mean that the word is intended to be lived.

Fairies don't live long, but they are so little that a short time seems a good while to them

Time went by, which is what time does, what it is.

I don't spend that much time being introspective, believe it or not. All I know is that I grew up not questioning God because that's how you are. God was there like the birds and the wind.