Quotes About Existence

Love is the burning point of life, and since all life is sorrowful, so is love. The stronger the love, the more the pain. Love itself is pain, you might say -the pain of being truly alive.

Love is all around you like the air, and is the very breath of your being.

Maybe there really isn't any such thing as mortality; life simply wears us out with love.

Afraid to Die Loveless Because I think if you die without knowing love in this life, that's how you'll spend eternity. Alone. Frozen.

As a human being, one has been endowed with just enough intelligence to be able to see clearly how utterly inadequate that intelligence is when confronted with what exists.

We are all one question, and the best answer seems to be love—a connection between things.

Love becomes the ultimate answer to the ultimate human question.

Look: We hate nothing that exists, not even death, suffering and dying, does not horrify our souls, as long as we learn more deeply to love.

Life is not outside of you. You are life.

Beware of solipsism Funny word. Sounds like it means "love of melons" or something. I looked it up. It means believing that "the self is the only reality." Am I solipsist?

The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the 'Living Infinite.

I think that love is just as important and prevalent and real as it ever was.

If you don't know how to live, why wonder about death?

Of all that Heaven produces and nourishes, there is none so great as man.

It takes life to love life.

The mind remembers only certain things. The body remembers everything. The information it carries goes back to the beginning of existence.

People love to see death. It reminds them that however mean, however low, however horrible their lives become… at least they have one.

Do not think about the body. The body comes and goes; for it there is birth and there is death. But you are not the body. Body is just rust and dust. Think only of God. Love God.

How can you tell drops not to fall when rain exists.... How can you tell leaves not to fall when wind exist.... And how can you tell me not to fall in love when you exist...

And when we are writing the life of a woman, we may, it is agreed, waive our demand for action, and substitute love instead. Love, the poet has said, is a woman's whole existence.

Freedom is strangely ephemeral. It is something like breathing; one only becomes acutely aware of its importance when one is choking.

Death then, being the way and condition of life, we cannot love to live if we cannot bear to die.

We're all looking for love, in our confusion, until we find our way back to the realization that love is what we already are.

Perhaps our deepest love is already inscribed within us, so its object doesn't create a new word but instead allows us to read the one written.