Quotes About Existence

go. I, I am without God And I am she whose God is magnificent . . . I am being I am she who is nothing . . . I am the coming together and the falling apart I am the enduring and the disintegration . . . I am what everyone can hear and no one can say

God is he whose center is everywhere and circumference is nowhere. (Nicolas of Cusa)

There is nothing perfect,' August said from the doorway. 'There is only life.

Senti, so che le tue intenzioni erano buone quando hai creato il mondo e tutto quanto ma come hai potuto permettere che si allontanasse da te in questo modo? Com'è che non ti sei attenuto alla tua idea originale di paradiso?

is nothing perfect,' August said from the doorway. 'There is only life.

Good night," I said, and rolled onto my side. "There is nothing perfect," August said from the doorway. "There is only life.

There is nothing perfect... There is only life.

I realized it for the first time: there is nothing but mystery in the world, how it hides behind the fabric of our poor, browbeat days, shining brightly, and we don't even know it.

Life will be life and death will be death

They say in extreme moments time will slow, returning to its unmoving core, and standing there, it seemed as if everything stopped. Within the stillness, I felt the old, irrepressible ache to know what my point in the world might be. I felt the longing more solemnly than anything I'd ever felt, even more than my old innate loneliness.

Such a notion made it virtually impossible to enjoy life! And this, "If God did not exist, man would

I, I am without God And I am she whose God is magnificent . . . I am being I am she who is nothing . . . I am the coming together and the falling apart I am the enduring and the disintegration . . . I am what everyone can hear and no one can say

Do not stare at me in the shit pile, leaving me discarded You will find me in the kingdoms . . . Do not be afraid of my power Why do you despise my fear and curse my pride? I am she who exists in all fears and in trembling boldness

and I'd be overcome by the little river of sparks that seemed to run beneath all that, the blood/sap/wine, aliveness, whatever it was. It had made me feel bereft over the immensity of the world, the extraordinary things people did with their lives- though, really, I didn't want to do any of those particular things. I didn't know then what I wanted, but the ache for it was palpable.

Heaven and earth are not humanistic—they regard myriad beings as straw dogs; sages are not humanistic—they regard people as straw dogs

Anger can revert to joy, wrath can revert to delight, but a nation destroyed cannot be restored to existence, and the dead cannot be restored to life.

I can't decide which is worse, no electricity or unreliable electricity. I wonder if I'll ever have to decide which is worse, life as we're living or no life at all.

But I don't want to have to stop feeling. I really think I'd rather die than stop feeling.

Do people ever realize how precious life is? I know I never did before. There was always time. There was always a future.

Well, no one says you can be happy about everything, I said. I know I should be glad for you, Megan, but frankly I think you're crazy. And if Reverend Marshall is making you this way, I think he's evil. This life, this everyday existence, is the one gift we're given. To throw it away, to want to be dead, to me that's the sin.

This life, this everyday existence, is the one gift we're given. To throw it away, to want to be dead, to me that's the sin.

My existence is the only gift I have left to give, but it will have to do.

This life is no more than the blink of an eye compared to life everlasting.

And any ending that may seem to come is not truly an ending, but an illusion. For Time does not die, Time has neither beginning nor end, and so nothing can end or die that has once had a place in Time.