Quotes About Existence

I may not be sure if monsters exist but I'd rather live my life in doubt than be persuaded by a real experience of one.

We are only missionaries for the world, after all, and when our work is done we really don't exist. Do we? Can it be said for anyone?

But all life is mystery, and death is a sister ot life, and so also mystery.

Perhaps our time here is limited, said Frex, sighing with contentment and clasping his arms behind his head - the typical male response to happiness, thought Melena: to predict its demise.

Without a memory, what does experience mean -- or matter?

She seems to float in a life next to ours, with limited contact.

Le malheur est l'issue naturelle de la vie, et pourtant nous continuons à faire des bébés.

Is there - is there need in the Afterlife?

And every time we hear people talk about Heaven or angels or past lives or their loved ones being in a better place and looking down on them right now, we're reminded: "Oh, yeah. We don't think that. We think that when we die, we die forever. We don't think our dead loved ones are with God. We think that they're fucking dead." We have to face death a little bit, every day of our lives. It's like an inoculation.

According to Aristotle, "Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence.

there is no Future-Gretchen, only Now-Gretchen.

Habit makes it dangerously easy to become numb to our own existence. For

Habit makes it dangerously easy to become numb to our own existence.

Every blade of grass counts if we are to survive.

everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are

Twin terrors: to be awake; to be asleep.

Der Mensch hängt an dem Seinen, an sich selbst und dem Seinen, bis über den Tod hinaus und bangt davor, das Leben aus den Händen zu verlieren - dies Wirklichste von allem Wirklichen, dies Erbärmlichste von allem Erbärmlichen, dies Unendlichste von allem Unendlichen; bangt vor der Einsamkeit, auf der sein selbst beruht, die sein Selbst ist, bangt davor, ohne Mitmenschen ringsum zu sein - und vielleicht von Gott vergessen.

A za tím snem poÃ…â"¢ád vÄ›dÄ›l, že ?as utíka a nikdy se nezastaví, nezastaví ho ani rÄ›ky, nikdy se neunaví, že b?ží stále kuprÄ›du, tajuplnÄ› jako rÄ›ka z ledovce a spíciho ?lovÄ›ka prekro?í, jako by byl mrtvý.

Man lives in greatest pain

She would have liked not to be alive, or to be always asleep.

The idea of bringing someone into the world fills me with horror. I would curse myself if I were a father. A son of mine! Oh no, no, no! May my entire flesh perish and may I transmit to no one the aggravations and the disgrace of existence.

We must laugh and cry, enjoy and suffer, in a word, vibrate to our full capacity … I think that's what being really human means.

What stops me from taking myself seriously, even though I am essentially a serious person, is that I find myself extremely ridiculous, not in the sense of the small-scale ridiculousness of slap-stick comedy, but rather in the sense of ridiculousness that seems intrinsic to human life and that manifests itself in the simplest actions and the most extraordinary gestures.

Maybe happiness too is a metaphor invented on a day of boredom