Quotes About Existence

Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can't even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things.

All things pass. None of us can manage to hold on to anything. In that way, we live our lives.

It's precisely because of the pain, the we can get the feeling, through this process, of really being alive—or at least a partial sense of it.

That's all I think about these days. Must be because I have so much time to kill every day. When you don't have anything to do, your thoughts get really, really far out-so far out you can't follow them all the way to the end.

I'm me, and at the same time not me. That's what it felt like. A very still, quiet feeling.

Things pass us by. Nobody can catch them. That's the way we live our lives.

But it has finally hit me: she is neither a concept nor a symbol nor a metaphor. She actually exists: she has warm flesh and a spirit that moves. I never should have lost sight of that warmth and that movement.

I think most people live in fiction...That's how you keep your fragile body intact.

Maybe the only thing I can definitely say about is this: That's life. Maybe the only thing we can do is accept it, without really knowing what's going on.

Thinking about spaghetti that boils eternally but is never done is a sad, sad thing.

She knew that my memories of her would fade. Which is precisely why she begged me never to forget her, to remember that she had existed. The thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow. Because Naoko never loved me.

She curled up and pressed her cheek against his chest. Her ear was right above his heart. She was listening to his thoughts. I need to know this, Aomame said. That we're in the same world, seeing the same things.

It's the real world, full of gaps and inconsistencies and anticlimaxes.

My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. "Hold tight," I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.

As long as I was alive, I was something. That was just how it was. But somewhere along the way it all changed. Living turned me into nothing.

Everything in life is a metaphor.

You're here," I continued. "At least you look as if you're here. But maybe you aren't. Maybe it's just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you've hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?

S? dÄ© ng??i ta suy nghÄ© má»™t cách nghiêm túc v? chuy?n h? s?ng trên ??i ?? làm gì là b?i h? bi?t má»™t lúc nào Ä'ó mình s? ch?t.

La muerte no existe en contraposición a la vida sino como parte de ella.

So just because I don't exist in the sheep man's world, it doesn't mean that I don't exist at all.

As long as I stared at the clock, at least the world remained in motion. Not a very consequential world, but in motion nonetheless. And as long as I knew the world was still in motion, I knew I existed. Not a very consequential existence, but an existence nonetheless. It struck me as wanting that someone should confirm his own existence only by the hands of an electric wall clock. There had to be a more cognitive means of confirmation. But try as I might, nothing less facile came to mind.

By then running had entered the realm of the metaphysical. First there came the action of running, and accompanying it there was this entity known as me. I run; therefore I am.

I'd made it back to the land of the living. No matter how boring or mediocre a world it might be, this was it.

People are born in order to live, right? But the longer I've lived, the more I've lost what's inside me - and ended up empty. And I bet the longer I live, the emptier, the more worthless, I'll become. Something's wrong with this picture. Life isn't supposed to turn out like this! Isn't it possible to shift direction, to change where I'm headed?