Quotes About Existence

believe us, they say, it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world. I beg of you, do not walk by without pausing to attend to this rather ridiculous performance. It could mean something. It could mean everything.

At one I paused to drink, and inside me the water whispered: And now, like us, you are a million years old.

It has an undeniable value: it exists.

I'm not the river that powerful presence. And I'm not the black oak tree which is patience personified. And I'm not redbird who is a brief life hearted enjoyed. Nor am I mud nor rock nor sand which is holding everything together. No, I am none of these things. Not yet.

How perfect to be aboard a ship with maybe a hundred years still in my pocket, but it's late for all of us. And in truth, the only ship there is, is the ship we are all on, burning the world as we go.

they won't be false and they won't be true, but hey'll be real.

The suns I see and the suns I cannot see are in their place, The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.

Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

If the world were only pain and logic, who would want it?

Religion says that your soul goes to heaven or possibly to a seven-tiered garden, or that your soul is reincarnated into a new body, or that you lie around in your coffin clothes until the Second Coming. And, of course, only one of these can be true. Which means that for millions of people, religion will turn out to have been a bum steer as regards the hereafter. (13)

It would be especially comforting to believe that I have the answer to the question, What happens when we die? Does the light just go out and that's that—the million-year nap? Or will some part of my personality, my me-ness, persist? What will that feel like? What will I do all day? Is there a place to plug in my laptop?

Gravity is why there are suns and planets in the first place. It is practically God.

I think that at the moment of death that little window opens up. I think that maybe we're all connected to something bigger than we are.

My bias is that it does exist. But I would never say that I know that. Until I prove it.

I've enjoyed hanging around in rooms doing nothing much, and look, I get to do it after I die.

My mom was never a cadaver; no person ever is. You are a person and then you cease to be a person, and a cadaver takes your place. My mother was gone. The cadaver was her hull. Or that was how it seemed to me.

We are fashioned creatures, but half made up.

It is with considerable difficulty that I remember the original era of my being...

If I have no ties and no affections, hatred and vice must be my portion; the love of another will destroy the cause of my crimes, and I shall become a thing of whose existence every one will be ignorant. My vices are the children of a forced solitude that I abhor; and my virtues will necessarily arise when I live in communion with an equal. I shall feel the affections of a sensitive being, and become linked to the chain of existence and events, from which I am now excluded.

Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come?

Cursed, cursed creator! Why did I live? Why, in that instant, did I not extinguish the spark of existence which you had so wantonly bestowed?

What did this mean? Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come? What was my destination?

It is so long before the mind can persuade itself that she, whom we saw every day, and whose very existence appeared a part of our own, can have departed for ever.

He pointed out to me the shifting of colours of the landscape and the appearances of the sky. ''This is what it is to live,'' he cried; 'now I enjoy existence! But you, my dear Frankenstein, wherefore are you desponding and sorrowful?