Quotes About Existence

nonsense can also be real

In a way," I said to him, "that now you're talking about hardly exists. We feel it, but it's impossible to measure. The past is always eating up the present.

El tiempo no es algo externo a nosotros, vive en nuestro interior. Sólo nosotros vivimos el pasado, presente y futuro, y el presente es demasiado efímero para que seamos plenamente conscientes de él; sólo después lo recordamos y entonces lo hacemos de forma codificada, si no se disuelve en la amnesia.

I've decided that mixing is a key term. It's better than suggestion, which is one-sided. It explains what people rarely talk about, because we define ourselves as isolated, closed bodies who bump up against each other but stay shut. Descartes was wrong. It isn't: I think, there I am. It's: I am because you are. That's Hegel - well, the short version.

that 'now' you're talking about hardly exists. We feel it, but it's impossible to measure. The past is always eating up the present." I stroked his hair and paused. "I think I've always loved paintings for that reason. Somebody makes a canvas in time, but after it's made, a painting stays in the present.

The page can resurrect what's lost and what's dead, what's not there anymore and what was never there.

I told myself to remember the snow and to remember my pure, strong happiness at simply being alive to see it. That thought has never left me.

Martin Buber believed that the foundation for human existence is relational. People can create between-zones of resonant meaning. In a letter to Ludwig Binswanger, the Swiss psychiatrist, he wrote, "Dialog in my sense implies the necessity of the unforeseen, and its basic element is surprise, the surprising mutuality." Isn't this what happens when I hear the words spoken to me in the room as alive, not dead. Isn't it always a surprise?

Perhaps I wished for something rather than nothing--a smack of passion to make me believe I was really there for him, not missing. And then the blow rises up from imaginary depths. When there is nothing, the phantoms come up to fill the emptiness. It is not true that nothing comes of nothing. There is always something.

Unato? tim trenuta?nim uvidima u ne?iji život, platna i materijali na njima imali su neku apstraktnu odliku, krajnju prazninu koja je izražavala bizarnost same smrtnosti, osje?aj da, ?ak i ako sa?uvamo svaku mrvicu života, nagomilamo ih na divovsku hrpu, a potom pažljivo prosijemo da izvu?emo sva mogu?a zna?enja, sve to zajedno opet ne?e sastaviti jedan život.

How many other are there? I thought. People, things, seen and then forgotten, leaving nothing behind them, not even the knowledge that they're missing.

Im interested in existential films: I love movies that console you in the same way that a person consoles a weeping child.

I have a deep conviction that our lives are eternal, that it is waking and sleeping, that we are born together with the people we love lifetime after lifetime.

Love! What is love? It's nothing. It's just a word. It doesn't exist. Only pleasure is important.

Be drunk with LOVE, for Love is all that exists.

Whatever you know, or don't - only Love is real.

Love, life, meaning...over.

There are only three great puzzles in the world, the puzzle of love, the puzzle of death, and, between each of these and part of both of them, the puzzle of God. God is the greatest puzzle of all.

The good Lord made this world and everything that's in it. The way I see it, baby, you got to love it to the limit.

The infinite being has assumed unto himself the mystery of finitude. And in him who is love the finite and the infinite are made one.

If not for reverence, if not for wonder, if not for love, why have we come here?

Love and death are the great gifts that are given to us; mostly they are passed on unopened.

When one is in love with existence one feels such blessing, such bliss, that it is natural to bow down in deep gratitude.

A comfortable, convenient life is not a real life - the more comfortable, the less alive. The most comfortable life is in the grave.