Quotes About Existence

We all of us are made out of dirt. God took him up some dirt and put it in his hands and rolled it around and then he spit in the dirt and rolled it some more and out of that dirt and God spit, he made you and me, all of us.

A man said to the universe: "Sir, I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation."  —Stephen Crane

Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.

Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That's part of what it means to be alive.

Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.

What do you think? I'm not a starfish or a pepper tree. I'm a living, breathing human being. Of course I've been in love.

Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I'm thankful for it. It's like that frozen pain and my very existence are one. The pain is an anchor, mooring me here.

If you think God's there, He is. If you don't, He isn't. And if that's what God's like, I wouldn't worry about it.

Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world?

There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.

Time moves in it special way in the middle of the night.

With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.

Death was not the opposite of life. It was already here, within my being, it had always been here, and no struggle would permit me to forget that.

Hey, what is it with you? Why are you so spaced out? You still haven't answered me. I probably still haven't completely adapted to the world, I said after giving it some thought. I don't know, I feel like this isn't the real world. The people, the scene: they just don't seem real to me. Midori rested an elbow on the bar and looked at me. There was something like that in a Jim Morrison song, I'm pretty sure. People are strange when you're a stranger.

What we call the present is given shape by an accumulation of the past.

If you never noticed, it never happened.

Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world? Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life, and it'd lose even its imperfection.

What we see before us is just one tiny part of the world. We get in the habit of thinking, this is the world, but that's not true at all. The real world is a much darker and deeper place than this, and much of it is occupied by jellyfish and things.

Death is not the opposite of life but an innate part of it. By living our lives, we nurture death.

Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

All of us are imperfect human beings living in an imperfect world.

My peak? Would I even have one? I hardly had had anything you could call a life. A few ripples. some rises and falls. But that's it. Almost nothing. Nothing born of nothing. I'd loved and been loved, but I had nothing to show. It was a singularly plain, featureless landscape. I felt like I was in a video game. A surrogate Pacman, crunching blindly through a labyrinth of dotted lines. The only certainty was my death.

This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me.

Reality was utterly coolheaded and utterly lonely.