Quotes About Existence

The existence of God is infinite love itself.

Death is the second oldest of the Endless. It's hard not to love her. She loves you, after all.

The passion for the story is the wind in your narrative sails. Begin at the heart. We must hear the heartbeat of the story. Love your characters into existence.

Any propensity other than love cannot exist in the spiritual world. There is unlimited variegatedness, but they are all extraordinarily wonderful ways of expressing love.

You're alive because of love. You're made of love.

God is love. Yes or no? No.

Love has no great influences upon the sum of life.

Man loves because he is Love. He seeks Joy, for he is Joy. He thirsts for God for he is composed of God and he cannot exist without Him.

Electra weeping for the dead Orestes. If we love God while thinking that he does not exist, he will manifest his existence.

You can't love anyone or anything until you love your own existence first. Love can only grow out of a respect for your own life.

Loving and perishing: it's been a rhyme all these eternities. The will to love: that is, also being willing to die.

And both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday & eternal reality was love.

Taught him the only thing he had to learn about love: that nobody teaches life anything.

Why were we put here, so inclined to love, when end of our story = death? That harsh. That cruel. Do not like.

A scientist lives with all reality. There is nothing better. To know reality is to accept it, and eventually to love it.

Pain revealed the paltry dimensions of love. The paltry dimensions of everything, in fact, except pain.

Every natural form is latent within us, originates in the soul whose essence is eternity, whose essence we cannot know but which most often intimates itself to us as the power to love and create.

Love is what you are, not what you give or get!

Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.

For to love is to give what one is, his very being, in the most absolute, the most brazenly metaphysical, the least phenomenalizable sense of this word.

I barely belong to this world, but still I'm participating.

For the sort of potential that a human being carries, it is a very brief life.

The feeling of arms around me, of love in my heart, it was more powerful than any of the negativity I knew was existing in the world for me. That feeling of love killed it all.

Death has to be waiting at the end of the ride before you truly see the earth, and feel your heart, and love the world.