Quotes About Existence

lo bueno ni lo malo se detiene a revisar nuestros cálculos, ni aprecia nuestros esfuerzos, simplemente sucede.

Propositions can only say how things are, not what they are.

there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.

Existence is sweet, life is hard.

What you remember, it's real. It doesn't matter how accurate your memory of something is, it is real to you. What you perceive as reality is reality.

Plots are for dead people.

The only reason - the only need - to believe in God is to try and explain where this all came from....Where we came from. Where we're headed. But it doesn't work. If there was a creator, a designed who created all this, well then there had to be a creator to create that creator, right? And one to create him. And so on.

The soul began as unquestionably real and the self ended as arguably a fiction.

Being or nothing, that is the question. Ascending, descending, coming, going, a man does so much that in the end he disappears.

La vie? Un rien l'amène, un rien l'anime, un rien la mine, un rien l'emmène.

I don't know how long I stayed in that particular place my poor memory is not a chronometer nor a movie camera nor a phonograph nor any other sort of finely tuned machine. It's more like nature with holes empty spaces hidden nooks and crannies with rivers that trickle away so that you can never dip your foot in the same water twice and with patches of light and darkness.

The point is that our difference from beasts is wall to wall, permeating every moment of our day.

Surroundedness" does not come free along with, say, a membrane marking the boundary between the organism and the rest of the material world any more than it comes free with an entity such as a pebble that has a continuous surface marking its limits.

Trying to discover the contents of our ordinary Wednesdays in the tropisms of the evolved organism as reflected in brain activity is like applying one's ear to a seed and expecting to hear the rustling of the woods in a breeze.

And so faith is closing your eyes and following the breath of your soul down to the bottom of life, where existence and nonexistence have merged into irrelevance. All that matters is the little part you play in the vast drama.

Doubting God's existence is okay and perfectly acceptable within Christianity as long as the person doubting remains obedient and committed to the Christian path.

Every manifestation of your body and mind is life.

A person whom one has loved seems altogether too significant a thing to simply vanish altogether from the world. A person whom one loves is a world, just as one knows oneself to be a world.

We each carry our own designated end within us, our very own death ripening at its own rate inside of us. There are insignificant people who are harboring unawares the grandeur of large deaths. We carry it in us like a darkening fruit. It opens and spills out. That is death.

If you don't exert yourself, or if your exertions don't amount to much of anything, then you might as well not have bothered to have shown up for your existence at all.

And what is it, according to Plato, that philosophy is supposed to do? Nothing less than to render violence to our sense of ourselves and our world, our sense of ourselves in the world. (p. 40)

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts. William Shakespeare, 1564—1616

For, after all, put it as we may to ourselves, we are all of us from birth to death guests at a table which we did not spread. The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet.... Shall we think of the day as a chance to come nearer to our Host, and to find out something of Him who has fed us so long?

We're really just the frosting on a cake and we don't know what's inside the cake.