Quotes About Existence

Goûter l'instant présent. S'occuper de ce qui nous fait face. Marcher sur la Terre. Telles sont les trois grandes recettes de vie léguées par la reine Goum-goum-ni.

Cred c? dup? moarte nu mai e nimic. Absolut nimic. Cred c? ajungi nemuritor f?cînd copii, care ei înÅŸiÅŸi vor aduce pe lume alÅ£i copii ÅŸi aÅŸa mai departe... Ei transmit în timp mica noastr? tor??." Surs?: individ chestionat la întîmplare pe strad?.

Et toi, Grand-mère, comment vas-tu ? - Moi ? J'existe. C'est déjà une occupation de chaque instant.

C'est peut-être cela la grande aventure moderne : l'acceptation de cette idée. « Croire, c'est faire exister. » C'est pourquoi je t'ai toujours enseigné qu'il ne faut pas utiliser sa capacité de croyance pour n'importe quoi.

Regarde les étoiles et apprécie, toi, d'être vivante.

The only serious enterprise is living.

it's like the years are swiftly regressing until the lifetimes between them no longer exist this is not about feeling something or about speaking words this is about being together

Qué creías que era vivir? ¿Creérselo todo y echarse a dormir? (P. 7)

In the production of finite existence the first act was the evolution of the Memra, or the Word, which was the first point in the descending series of beings, and from whom in nine other degrees of manifestation emanated those forms which at once compose the universe and express the attributes and presence of its eternal ruler.

There can therefore be no such thing as annihilation. if evil exists, it can only be an aberration of the divine Law, and not as a principle.

Listen, if you choose to believe nothing else that transpires here, believe this: your body does not have a soul; your soul has a body, and souls never, ever die.

The vast majority of Americans recognize that Eugene Victor Debs was right when he said, a century ago, that "I am opposing a social order in which it is possible for one man who does absolutely nothing that is useful to amass a fortune of hundreds of millions of dollars, while millions of men and women who work all the days of their lives secure barely enough for a wretched existence.

Usually, people die unknowingly. Come to think of it, can you die knowingly? Putting it akwardly: We are died as we are delivered. Nobody delivers himself on this planet, just as nobody dies himself off it. So dying is hard to define. The most satisfactory idea is that of a struggle near the exit, after which you are let through.

Yet this is health: To have a body functioning so perfectly that when its few simple needs are met it never calls attention to its own existence.

One must live well to know what living is.

We're not responsible, he thought. This planet is a temporary affair. It's whizzing with all kinds of other ones, a whole range of planetary stuff, toward a star in the Milky Way. On that kind of a planet we're not responsible, he thought.

For time is short and the unknown surrounds us; and it isn't enough just to live unthinking and happy, calmly bearing oppression and only learning wisdom with age.

Das Schicksal des Menschen ist der Mensch.

One day somebody asked Herr K. if there was a God. Herr K. replied: "I suggest that you ask yourself whether the answer would effect your behavior. If your behavior would remain unchanged, then we can drop the question. If it would change, then I can at least be of assistance to you by telling you that you have already decided: you need a God.

A Man lives off his head. His head won't see him through. Inspect your own— What lives on that? At most, a louse or two . . .

I take it that the intent of science is to ease human existence. If you give way to coercion, science can be crippled, and your new machines may simply suggest new drudgeries. Should you, then, in time, discover all there is to be discovered, your progress must become a progress away from the bulk of humanity. The gulf might even grow so wide that the sound of your cheering at some new achievement would be echoed by a universal howl of horror.

What happens to the hole once the cheese has been eaten?

Die da alt sind, hör ich, haben nichts zu hoffen Denn nur Zeit schafft's, und an Zeit gebricht's. Doch uns Jungen, hör ich, steht das Tor weit offen Freilich, hör ich, steht es offen nur ins Nichts.

Do not fear death so much, but rather the inadequate life