Quotes About Existence

He was a being formed in the very poetry of nature

Whence, I often asked myself, did the principle of life proceed?

am satisfied: miserable wretch! you have determined to live, and I am satisfied." I

It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another. Our lives will not be happy, but they will be harmless, and free from the misery I now feel. Oh! my creator, make me happy; let me feel gratitude towards you for one benefit! Let me see that I excite the sympathy of some existing thing.

To examine the causes of life, we must first have recourse to death.

Kita terlelap, namun tidur kita teracuni mimpi. Kita terjaga, tapi angan mencemari. Kita merasa, berpikir, atau menimbang; menangis atau tertawa, mendekap derita atau menghalau nestapa; semua sama belaka; sebab suka maupun duka, dapat sewaktu-waktu pergi. Kemarin takkan seperti esok hari; tiada satu pun yang lestari!

What did this mean? Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come? What was my destination? These questions continually recurred, but I was unable to solve them.

Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circles no grief or folly ventures.

We look back to times past, and we mass them together, and say in such a year such and such events took place, such wars occupied that year, and during the next there was peace. Yet each year was then divided into weeks, days, minute, and slow-moving seconds, during which there were human minds to note and distinguish them, as now.

Life has more in it than we think; it is all that we have, all that we know.

some man of power must have existed, with gifts that seemed miraculous to his own times.

He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish.

I shall die. I shall no longer feel the agonies which now consume me, or be the prey of feelings unsatisfied, yet unquenched. He is dead who called me into being; and when I shall be no more, the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish. I shall no longer see the sun or stars, or feel the winds play on my cheeks. Light, feeling, and sense, will pass away; and in this condition must I find my happiness.

I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.

Like Adam, I was created apparently united by no link to any other being in existence; but his state was far different from mine in every other respect.

Pero debemos vivir, no representar, nuestras vidas; siguiendo una sombra, perdí la realidad.

Quién, si sabe lo que es la <>, perseguiría esas febriles modalidades de existencia? Yo he vivido. [...] Renunciemos a la <> para poder vivir.

Quién, si sabe lo que es la 'vida', perseguiría esas febriles modalidades de existencia? Yo he vivido. [...] Renunciemos a la 'vida' para poder vivir.

Y ahora la vida es lo único que codiciamos: que este autómata de carne, con sus miembros y articulaciones en buen estado, pueda ejecutar sus funciones, que la morada de su alma sea capaz de contener a su habitante. Nuestras mentes, que antes viajaban lejos a través de incontables esferas ? combinaciones infinitas, se recluían ahora tras los muros de la carne y aspiraban solo a conservar su bienestar. Sin duda era bastante lo que nos habíamos degradado.

What was I? The question again recurred, to be answered only with groans.

must pursue and destroy the being to whom I gave existence; then my lot on earth will be fulfilled, and I may die.

Why did I live? Why, in that instant, did I not extinguish the spark of existence which you had so wantonly bestowed? I know not; despair had not yet taken possession of me; my feelings were those of rage and revenge. I could with pleasure have destroyed the cottage and its inhabitants, and have glutted myself with their shrieks and misery.

shuddered to think that future ages might curse me as their pest, whose selfishness had not hesitated to buy its own peace at the price perhaps of the existence of the whole human race.

when I discovered that he, the author at once of my existence and of its unspeakable torments, dared to hope for happiness; that while he accumulated wretchedness and despair upon me, he sought his own enjoyment in feelings and passions from the indulgence of which I was for ever barred, then impotent envy and bitter indignation filled me with an insatiable thirst for vengeance. I recollected my threat, and resolved that it should be accomplished. I knew