Quotes About Existence

Le seul moyen de supporter l'existence, c'est de s'étourdir dans la littérature comme dans une orgie perpétuelle.

Voltaire lui-même l'a dit : « Si Dieu n'existait pas, il faudrait l'inventer.

J'ai regardé à ma montre, et j'ai calculé combien de temps il me restait à vivre ; j'ai vu que j'avais encore une heure à peine. Il me reste assez de papier sur ma table pour retracer à la hête tous les souvenirs de ma vie et toutes les circonstances qui ont influé sur cet enchaînement stupide et logique de jours et de nuits , de larmes et de rires, qu'on a coutume d'appeler l'existence d'un homme.

Ellos, los escritores, eran pródigos como reyes y estaban llenos de ideales ambiciosos y fantásticos delirios. Era una existencia entre el cielo y la tierra, metida en las tormentas, algo sublime

Elle aurait voulu ne plus vivre, ou continuellement dormir.

toute l'amertume de l'existence, lui semblait servie sur son assiette, et, à la fumée du bouilli, il montait du fond de son âme comme d'autres bouffées d'affadissement.

El futuro nos tortura y el pasado nos encadena. He ahí por qué se nos escapa el presente.

Mais c'était surtout aux heures des repas qu'elle n'en pouvait plus, dans cette petite salle au rez-de-chaussée, avec le poêle qui fumait, la porte qui criait, les murs qui suintaient, les pavés humides; toute l'amertume, de l'existence lui semblait servie sur son assiette, et, à la fumée du bouilli, il montait du fond de son âme comme d'autres bouffées d'affadissement.

Une vie! Quelques jours et puis plus rien! On naît, on grandit, on est heureux, on attend, puis on meurt.

I said, 'If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn't we meet them a long time ago?

Everything I see reminds me that in a few days I shall no longer see it... It's horrible... I shall see nothing more... nothing of what exists... the smallest objects that we use... glasses... plates... beds where people sleep so comfortably... carriages. It's so lovely, going out in a carriage, in the evening... How much I enjoyed all that!

I told myself 'Everything is a being! The shout that passes into the air is an entity like an animal, since it is born, produces a movement, and is again transformed, in order to die. So the fearful mind that believes in incorporeal beings is not wrong. What are they?

Music, this complex and mysterious act, precise as algebra and vague as a dream, this art made out of mathematics and air, is simply the result of the strange properties of a little membrane. If that membrane did not exist, sound would not exist either, since in itself it is merely vibration. Would we be able to detect music without the ear? Of course not. Well, we are surrounded by things whose existence we never suspect, because we lack the organs that would reveal them to us. [ Was He Mad? ]

Every authentically loved being is a kind of god.

Est-ce que nous voyons la cent millième partie de ce qui existe ? Tenez, voici le vent, qui est la plus grande force de la nature, qui renverse les hommes, abat les édifices, déracine les arbres, soulève la mer en montagnes d'eau, détruit les falaises, et jette aux brisants les grands navires, le vent qui tue, qui siffle, qui gémit, qui mugit, – l'avez-vous vu, et pouvez-vous le voir ? Il existe, pourtant.

Some people never have any luck. All at once, as though a thick veil had been whisked aside, he clearly saw the wretchedness?the bottomless, monotonous wretchedness?of his existence. The wretchedness which had been, which was, and which was yet to come. His last days indistinguishable from the first, with nothing ahead of him or behind him or around him, nothing in his heart, nothing anywhere.

But it is sufficient to reflect for a moment, in order to understand that this world was not made for such creatures as we are. Thought, which is developed by a miracle in the nerves of the cells in our brain, powerless, ignorant and confused as it is, and as it will always remain, makes all of us who are intellectual beings eternal and wretched exiles on earth.

Every ideal comes from us as do all the amenities of life, in order to make our existence as simple reproducers, for which divine Providence solely intended us, less monotonous and less hard.

Je voudrais arrêter le temps, arrêter l'heure. Mais elle va, elle va, elle passe, elle me prend de seconde en seconde un peu de moi pour le néant de demain. Et je ne revivrai jamais.

GeçmiÅŸ beni çekiyor, bugün ise korkutuyor; çünkü gelecek ölü. Olan bitene özlem duyuyor, yaÅŸananlar için aÄŸl?yorum. Zaman?, saati durdurmak istiyorum; ancak zaman geçiyor, ak?p gidiyor, yar?n?n boÅŸluÄŸunu doldurmak için her saniye benden çal?yor ve ben bir kez daha hayata gelmeyeceÄŸim.

Gewahren wir denn wirklich den hundertsten Teil von all dem, was es gibt? Sehen Sie, der Wind, die größte Naturkraft, die Menschen umwirft, Häuser vom Boden fegt, Bäume entwurzelt, das Meer in Wasserbergen aufwühlt, Klippen und Felsen zermalmt und die mächtigsten Schiffe in die Brandung hinaus wirft, der Wind, der tötet, pfeift, stöhnt, brüllt - haben Sie den schon gesehen und können Sie ihn sehen? Und trotzdem ist er doch da.

It reveals none of those great catastrophes which we always expect to find behind these acts of despair; but it shows us the slow succession of the little vexations of life, the disintegration of a lonely existence, whose dreams have disappeared; it gives the reason for these tragic ends, which only nervous and highstrung people can understand.

In that case I was a somnambulist — was living, without knowing it, that double, mysterious life which makes us doubt whether there are not two beings in us — whether a strange, unknowable, and invisible being does not, during our moments of mental and physical torpor, animate the inert body, forcing it to a more willing obedience than it yields to ourselves.

Niciodat? nu se mai întoarce o fiin??. Se vor naÈ™te milioane È™i miliarde, aproape la fel, cu ochi, nas, gur?, tidv? È™i înl?untru o gândire, f?r? ca vreodat? s? se mai arate aceasta care era culcat? în patul ?sta.